He kept most of the strain on him, mostly for the 'exercise' and mostly to ensure the flow was as efficient as possible. He was less worried about overall speed than he was about maximum efficiency with the power. Grabbing and tossing was good in an emergency, but would leave him exhausted if multiple emergencies piled up on him. Hard to take a nap during an ambush, after all. The inn was still a welcome sight, and he was famished, despite Blossom somehow managing to forage a massive midday meal for him and the others during the brief rest stop to water and relax the horses. He carefully released the magic as Blossom directed him too, feeling most of it being sent back, but a fair portion still released into the nearby clearing, just a short journey from the town. No sense riding up at about fifty miles an hour, when the horses were clearly walking. That might cause people to become fearful, nevermind the two inhumanly attractive fae, the unusually attractive elf that was really a dragon, and the two sphinxes. And him. The only human in a group of non-humans, and if he was lucky, they would think him hired muscle to help protect.<br/><br/>Last thing he needed was someone challenging Elwyrr to a duel, he just wanted a quick rest, and further movement without issues.