Burrow smiled. “He’s coming with us, a condition that the Queen laid down for whatever reason.” A gesture to his saddlebag. “We’ve got some food and water for him, and I’m sure that he’ll be more than happy to spare us some love once we’re outside in the sun.” He glanced back to his friend, Mr Growls now dressed and working on putting on his weird shoes. “As soon as he’s ready, we’re good to go.” 