"For the most part." His response is light but firm; he does not hide his suspicion or his curiosity. The wraith is a strange being, if only in skin color and the sound of his voice. He steps forward anyway, to subconsciously put himself between Frodo and the predator, and returns the greeting. "Providing aid to a fellow passenger. Albeit in an.. unusual manner."

It should bother him more. He knows what it means to be prey, to be seen as a food source or something killed for sport. But Orcs and spiders cannot, will not, leave their prey alive, nor have they ever attempted to negotiate as this one has done. It is a strange thing indeed.

"Shall I sit? Or do you have them lay down?"