Could he keep up indeed. This was quite a leisurely pace for him, and significantly less full of abject terror than a few of his more recent travels. It was only the beginning though, so there was still plenty of time. Alexian had a yellow streak a mile wide, despite his ability to take care of himself, and he tried to hide it with this gruff manner. "Just talk lassie." And adding under his breath, just loud enough to be heard but maybe not entirely understood, "Older'n you kids, of course I can keep up." If truth be told thought, he was tired as ever. The old hermit didn't sleep like a typical vampire, he didn't need to anymore. It still caught up to your brain sometimes, he thought. That had to be what had him making such an uninformed decision.