If Aezaentii had heard the threat she made no comment of it. But she was at her sentry's side and walking along Greygor towards the camp. The men weren't surprised to see their leader return, however, spotting the new face among them left a lot of them wearing a questioning gaze.
"This is Damien, Greygor and I found him, starving in the snow and I asked him to share our camp with us."
The explanation was all they needed for them to nod towards the new member in acceptance, but there was still the evidence of doubt by the way no one directly communicated or interacted with him as they continued to work on setting up camp.
She couldn't blame her people for acting this way. They had gone through enough. Even still, she smiled as she turned towards him.
"We found you in quite a mess of yourself, why don't you rest. The men will be gathering to hunt for food soon and if you aim to travel soon, you'll need your strength."