Arawn smiled as he watched her climb out of her cramped living quarters. "That's better, now isn't it?" He motioned to move one hand under her arms to touch her sides, before lifting her up as if she were a small child and setting her back down. "You're a little skinny though, but that is a problem that can easily be solved." He frowned, pulling his hand back under his chin. "Alright," he sighed, "I'll have you ride on the way back. For now we'll have you walk to the Piggin's Inn," he nodded. "Can you handle that?"<br/><br/>He went to go on but when she huffed at him, he smiled a genuine smile that lit up his whole face. It was completely different from the usual smirk he gave. "Lyssia? You make it sound as if you have pets, I never took lycans to be the type to keep pets." He let her look around before he directed her attention back to him, gently handling her by her upper arm. "Well, we're going to start by getting you a bath at the Inn. And snorting won't exactly make it all go away, Princess."<br/><br/>Arawn pulled her towards him, more so in a coazing manor as he tried to get her to walk in front of him. He wanted her close, as close as he could keep her, just to ensure no one made any passes at the poor young thing he was guiding. He also didn't want her running off. Just because she had shackles, didn't mean she couldn't run if she felt the need. He replaced his hand on her upper arm to her shoulder near the base of her neck as he urged her forward like a mother would a small child, directing them through a crowd.