He follows her aimlessly, staring around them. Almost no one is outside still at this time of night, and the chilly air bites at his skin. It's dark, but his nightvision gives him the benefit of sight despite the lack of light. He can see Annabelle clearly in front of him, and he wonders just what her plan is in between moments of gazing up at the stars. Winter would come soon, he could see by the placement of the serpent, it's tail just over the horizon. He calls out it's name in elvish, stopping Annabelle for a moment as he points to the sky.

He starts to name them, in a mix of elvish and english as his somewhat tipsy mind struggles to translate the words for her.