Demetri walked on, not seeming to care much for her lack of balance as Elisia stumbled on behind him for a good bit. He ignored what the rest of them said, it didn't really bother him, nor was it actually directed at him. They were making jokes about her being a little bit shy at times, about her modesty, but in Galtea they didn't have time for that. He came from a land that the right wear less, or even be nude was a luxury, and a sign of wealth, power, and status. Though as she righted herself, Demetri looked back to her, and thought on her words about being able to walk along herself.<strong>"Make sure you keep up, then. I don't want us getting separated."</strong>He told her and let go of her hand, knowing if she got to admiring the scenery too much he'd have to pull her along with him again.<br/><br/>He looked about himself, taking in the architecture of the area, this was actually the first time he'd gotten to see actual elven architecture, though it was mixed with human styling. Demetri had seen replicas of the elves handiwork, but never something made by elven hands with their old style of living with nature instead of against it. He frowned as he thought around those lines, and then looked about to get his bearings before walking down a path to the tallest building near the center of town. He looked back to make sure the absent minded Oracle was still in sight, or if she had gotten lost looking at something that sparkled along the way.