Ranuk moved with more energy and activity than Tamlin had seen yet, though he supposed the gravitas of the castle and the restrictive quality of its stone halls meant there was little room for this kind of exploration.  Here, in the wilderness, the great demon could run between the trees, could rejoice in the summer air and inhale as much of the forest scents as he could take.  The prince watched him disappear and reappear, so silent despite his size, so graceful and powerful-- even he could admit such things, and Tamlin was nearly jealous of the other's agility.  He could move quietly and fast, but not like that, not like he was truly made to exist in the woods.<br/><br/>Jera and Ursalo were slightly behind the prince, who was focused on their current place, their next pathway, and keeping an eye and an ear open for Ranuk.  The bags settled evenly on the servant's shoulders; packed expertly, their weight was balanced, making the effort less grueling than otherwise.  Jera could carry these for a long time, had carried heavier things long ago.<br/><br/>He was just enjoying the soft, dappled sunshine through the canopy when Ursalo began to speak, voice low and whispery.  The apology, and the tone it was said in, made Jera smile just enough for a pair of dimples to form, and he shrugged his shoulders as best he could.  The pair were far enough back that they could talk quietly and not get themselves into any further trouble.<br/><br/>"It's alright," he began, and then looked sharply at Ursalo with alarm when the snake made his incredulous offer.  "Oh, gods no!"  Jera hissed in dismay, quickly softening his voice back down.  His crimson eyes were wide, ears pulled low.  Ursalo hurting himself as part of a self-punishment or an apology was the last thing the elf wanted.  "Please, don't do that...  I'd rather you kept your snakes intact."<br/><br/>The redhead sighed, but it wasn't a frustrated sound or a sad one, just a noise of thoughtfulness.  How to try and explain?  "You didn't do anything wrong, and neither did I...  It's just, well...  Servants are supposed to keep to themselves, only mixing with their like.  And...  Images to protect, I suppose.  Honestly, I think we just surprised everyone.  I mean, no elf has slept with a demon before.  It's not expected.  But that doesn't mean it's wrong."<br/><br/>Jera wanted Ursalo to understand, and he looked up at the demon intently, eyes bright.  "It's less about rules than about expectations.  There's no law against bedding a demon, because no one ever thought it would happen... So technically, all we did was ruffle some feathers and had a great time.  I did, anyways."  A sideways grin, sweet and cheeky, and Jera leaned into Ursalo to press against him shoulder to shoulder.