Ilariy quickly reached her side, shortening his usually-long strides to keep pace with the shorter girl. Tilting his head, he returned his grin with a pleasant smile at caused creases beneath his eyes, more than were already there from his long nights.<br/><br/>"A' c'rse," he hummed out, facing forward with a sigh. "N't 'xactly b'tt'r, b't th'n's t' do, y's." His tone was heavy with thought; smile fading to an expressionless mask; lips barely moving as he spoke. His single ocular kept a sharp look-out for any suspicious figures, though his body language stayed semi-relaxed.