Cyra looks at the kitsune impassively. "You are welcome to come," she rumbles, "However much use you are will be proven if we meet enemies." That seems to be about all the pleasantries she seems inclined to indulge in; "I recall what direction we have to go, and the rough location we need to go. I will take point." She begins lumbering off with just that much in the way of warning, not packing anything but the dirty-ish clothes on her human half and her staff.