He nods at her comment, not having forgotten, but thought she might like to skip ahead of time as he often did, thinking it was a skill that all outsiders might have, else everything would be in a state of constant boredom. Or so his current pet theory went. He waited until the other two were unconscious, and then reached over and took her hand, giving it a brief squeeze before running his thumb along the back of her hand.<br/><br/>The next morning, he still had Aviendha's hand, having enjoyed her company, not having the urge to say much during the night, though part of it might be the other two having unwholesomely sharp ears. A gentle knock on the door was the inn keep's young son, and a slight blush on his face and the flicker of disappointment when Draiss answered it nearly had the godling laughing. He took the tray with four meals on it, and slid it onto the table, before digging in as the others joined him.<br/><br/>Later, after they were outside of town, he nodded to Trya, and set up the protective spell on her back again for Cerul, and then joined his elf in her bubble, as Trya began winging her way south again.