Thaler was glad for Olan's company, as she always was. While she still felt guilt for what had happened to him at Rilon's hands his presence still had a soothing and calming affect on her. She had always enjoyed his tall tales, though she often found it hard to decide whether they were embellished or the truth due to the sheer fantastical nature some of them had. Not that she had ever thought Olan a liar or a cheat mind and often chose to believe them as the truth regardless of how silly they may have seemed. Though even in the silence's he had looked out for her, protected her, he'd treated her so well and always knew how to make her smile when she needed it. 

It was odd though, sitting in near silence with Olan, after all they had been through there were few words she could think worth saying and so instead she leaned ever so slightly towards the older nightwalker. She briefly contemplated what the others were up to but the sheer quiet of the forest, the relaxing atmosphere and her own exhaustion compelled her to believe they would be fine without her and to stop worrying over them. They'd just taken on two gods and a...thing. It would be silly to think they couldn't handle whatever had steered them off course.