She almost didn’t go back, grinding her teeth, fuming with incredulity at Fallow’s arrogance. To think he could just foist that upon her! Like… Like she was a pack animal or something! He sat there out in the street, waiting patiently, head turned and eyeing the door expectantly. She clicked her beak and decided at last, running back over to their table and slipping the packs over her. She had to double them over just so they didn’t drag along the ground, but even then she found herself wobbling while trying to find her balance. What the Tartarus did this guy pack into his bag? Rocks?