"How long a journey would we need provisions for? I could fetch enough for our travel, plus some bags and ropes while you fetch..." He feels the heat rise again to his skin, his ears burning hot as he speaks. "...the Rod of the Sun."

"Perhaps we may get lucky, and they will be near a shoreline," Skellig suggests. "Close enough to drop our gear on land, stow it away safely, and give you the ability to shift to your eagle form before we would go after them."

He also does not wish to harm or kill innocents - it would not only be wrong, but it would hurt his soul greatly. Even the thought of it is mildly distressing, so he is grateful for the contact of her body against his as she snuggles close to him.

"If they are summoning storms, there is at least one amongst them with magic, then."