Kin's mornig stated early, jolting awake to the darkness. And the crisp air. His hands were a little cold. He hadn't realized he slept with the blood on his chin and left it bleeding. It was dry by then.

He cleaned off his face, just a small bruised cut on his chin. All blood no wound. He relit the fire, walking around with stealth because the longer she stayed asleep the less he had to put up with her.

The trip was taunting him. It'd been too long since he'd done this kind of travel. Years in the armies let him lack in the practice of long distance. Most of his work there was stationary, he did a lot of teaching before the war actually started.

Eris woke up to slight damp and a whole lot of darkness. She opened her eyes to find her handler still asleep, shifting to look at him. She decided not to say anything, instead curling up and waiting for him to wake. She watched him get up and move around, staying silent on the ground. Her eyes followed him somewhat ominously, even as she lay curled up on the ground beneath a blanket.

Kin was getting ready in the meanwhile. If he could avoid waking her, he would. Of course, around the time he finished tacking up the mare and coming back for his saddlebags, he noticed her eyes peering up at her. "Good morning." He stated plainly, and picked up the bags without another word. His own usual satchel shouldered. He was ready to go pretty fast, crouching down by the fresh embers. He'd let her get ready at her own pace.

He was still stiff looking but he was awake. Though he wouldn't be shocked at all if he started sleeping on the horse. Every time he shut his eyes, the bear was there.

Eris raised her eyebrows at his words. "Morning." She said flatly, sitting up and smoothing her braid out. She swiped quickly at her eyes and packed her things into a saddlebag. She stood slowly, closing her eyes in a wince and essentially hopping over to her gelding. She stroked the horse in silence, murmuring in Fae to him. Some apologies, some cooing. He snorted and snuffled gently at her hand, then her shoulder. She went about grooming him and getting ready, choosing not to speak.

The elf didn't say a thing either. Taking a drink out of his canteen. He wondered if she also thought it was terribly awkward that they weren't gonna talk at all. Not that they needed to, they both remembered what happened the night before. At least it looked that way.

He rose to his feet and kicked dirt into the fire, burying it and stopping up the smoke mostly. He smelled like it though. A very nice woody smoke. He shifted his hooded poncho as he walked over to the mare. He was as ready as it gets.

Eris went about getting tacked up, slowly but surely getting herself ready to go. "How far do you expect the demon went?" She asked, staring at the elf over her saddle. She would probably need help getting on, but she was already dreading it. Small talk could always help. Maybe.

Kin glanced at her, acknowledging the questions as he disappeared to check the hooves of his horse. Deciding pretty solidly. "I don't think it stopped for the first couple days but I think it'll have slowed down by now, maybe around the Flats."

"'S got a big head start but we can catch up." He shrugged, shifting again to ask for her last hoof. He rolled his shoulders back as he looked at her go see how she was doing.

Eris nodded slowly, trying to recall this vague geography briefings from 50 years ago- it gave her... little help when trying to determine distance. Not much was known about Imedal's geography in outside nations- the Fae especially.

She reached up slowly, the reins and front of the saddle in one hand, her other on the back of the saddle. After, she stared at the stirrup, debating how she would do this. She couldnt put her good foot in the stirrup and leave all her weight on the bad one- but she also couldn't haul herself up with the bad one in the stirrup.

Kin let a smirk cross his mouth quickly when he remembered she likely hadn't been in Imedal for extended periods of time. "About a week ahead at this pace." He clarified sharply.

He still wasn't excited about traveling with a wounded person, nor did he know exactly how to handle soemone else getting hurt. He was usually the one getting into trouble. She was able but clearly in pain at any movement whatsoever. He wasn't surprised at all that she went to such a length to get away from him.

He fished the reins in his hand and glanced back at her. "Want a hand?"

Eris sat and goared at the elf quietly for his answer. She didn't respond, feeling the remark was snide. She took in a hard breath at his suggestion for help, looking him over for a while. Then, she dipped her head slowly in a reluctant nod. "Yes." She said quietly.