Grimacing through his odor and situation was probably the best way to survive such common tragedies. That was, at least, was Tegwaret thought as he picked up his dopey fashion to smile. "Yes, I..."
His smile turned twice towards the tree hut, itself carrying it's own heated, shimmer of scent in the air. "I have some silver in my bag...which," Swallowing, Tegwaret reaffirmed that smirk and shook his head. "...which means that it should be clean from the scent." As he turned back towards his saviour, Tegwaret took the opportunity to use the ground's level to push back on his feet. "I'll need some time to go and clean up that mess, in the meantime." He half-grunted, back on his feet.