Black was glad to get a gentle affirmative from Kyralae, though there was no chance for them to start much of a conversation. With the battle ended, the others seemed to be recovered and ready to get moving. He himself was feeling a bit better--well enough to walk to town at least. Skippy seemed more than ready to finally move on to the capitol, but he somehow managed to shift goals to pestering the poor demon instead.<br/><br/>The demon was struggling to resist covering his ears. Luckily, just before he was ready to give in, the Anithrope lost his words and his speech fizzled out. Ijemaru joined them then, and relieved the creature of its tongue-tie.<br/><br/>"The word you're looking for, I believe, is aptitude," the human offered, smirking slightly. "I can understand your frustration; it's quite an annoying thing not to have." In response to what the female elf had voiced, Ijemaru took a look at their group. "I'm fine," he voiced.<span style="font-style: italic">Of course,</span>Black thought grudgingly as the human continued, "and it looks to me like the rest of us are at least fit to walk. I would advise we save daylight and make our way first to town. If anyone still aches by then, any wounds can be treated from the safety of the inn."