"You have my thanks." Skisan arched a brow upward at the casual use of what seemed to be a term of endearment. He had very little experience with humans, so it was entirely possible this was the norm? Or perhaps it was simply this individual human.

He glanced around for a moment more. "It would seem that this place is as safe or dangerous as what each person brings to it." And on that note, it was fortunate this place only seemed to pull from three memories of his and none of the people from said memories.