He had approved, and she had wandered off as he stopped to purchase some cooked meat from a small blue and white tent. The hippogriff wouldn’t take his eyes off of Handy’s hooded face as the transaction took place. Not as if he could see it properly; the hood was designed to fit up and around Handy’s helmet, blades and all. As such, it was particularly voluminous and ensconced Handy’s uncovered head entirely in darkness. As he walked off, biting down into the savoury meat, he realised it was probably going to be particularly difficult finding Crimson again but shook it off. He’d worry about that later.