The young boy is bundled in wool clothes and scarves and boots as warm as they can, but even under all that clothing it's not hard to tell he's on the thin side, his face a little gauntish in a way that suggests he must have been on his own for some time. Where, exactly, he's staying isn't clear -- he always seems to find someplace to hole up at night, whether it worming his way into one of the soldier's tents or curling up inside the cave. Sonia eventually insists that he sleep in her tent along with her armsmen.

He's always around, but he isn't the most social child. He'll respond to anyone addressing him, he just doesn't seem to say much. He seems to prefer to hang back and listen…a lot. In fact, turn a corner and you might find him listening in just now.