"People come and go." And he doesn't keep track of most of them so half the time a new face is someone he probably already met.

He sits down on the bed, he's not wearing shoes, just a pair of modern slacks matched, perhaps a little incongruously with the sleeved tunic from his own world. He shrugs slightly, "We ran into each other during someone else's slight tumultuous arrival." Jedao's brief blindness, the kinship he'd found - those are too close to vulnerabilities for him to share about someone he considers a friend. "He serves well enough as company." Since Horseriver generally doesn't seek out company, it's practically a declaration of friendship, as close as he ever gets.