Curnen smiled at that and answered with a little wave of her own. Though as her hand lowered to her side and she moved away, she made a quick gesture with her fingers. An entreaty to the night winds for protection and guidance--not for her, but for him. Spencer seemed like a nice guy, and like he'd somehow never grown out of that puppy stage where your limbs were too long and your hands and feet were too big that most people came out of by the time they left their teens. She hoped he did find that friend.