"I do not need beer to survive," he comments teasingly. "Water will suffice. And I will manage to keep hold of you."

He will not be letting go of her (or letting her go anywhere alone) anytime soon.

Unsure of what all she wishes to take, what she needs to take (or what he'll need, since he arrived with simply the clothes on his back and she has been his sole provider since) he listens to her direction, follows her guidance as she gathers supplies for a trip of several days. It is packed easily for him to carry - certainly not something she would be able to do in her dragon shape.

"I think we will have to walk away from the wall, unfortunately. The sun has risen higher...more people have awoken. Flight would be too obvious. I am not strong enough yet to distract them all at once."

Whispers are becoming louder outside the walls, words spoken more openly, grief spreading a little stronger.