Skellig steps clear of her wings and studies the sky a moment as he stretches also, appreciating the scent of the damp earth from the earlier rain that had fallen.

He takes one of the bags she has packed; it will be easy enough to carry as they fly.

'I have yet to learn all the directions, I would have you lead on." He ruffles his feathers and swings his arms, hopping a bit to stretch his legs - not that he needs to, but, habit.