That happens when you arrive with none else from your world here--he knows that well enough, it had been how he arrived himself.

He stops a respectful distance away--not immediately in her personal space. Iceheart--the fur-covered one--has no such compunctions and immediately moves closer to begin sniffing.

"Yes, tis I." Not that he knows what she expected him to look like, though he knew that she had not seen his face entire before.