It won't be entirely mindless. [His hand rests on Ciri's arm as he catches up with her, the falcons flying off in every direction they can manage with the wind whipping about. He doesn't need a connection with them to know they're already quite cross with him for sending them out into this storm.

His magic's always had a bit of an attitude.

But better than him doing it himself, considering 1) he's already been stuck in a pot this week and 2) he can't see shit.]

Shit. There's an idea. They've both been, and there's a door in the back they slip through. Well, come on! I've got the birds looking otherwise.

[He rushes off towards the shop, already going through several jingling keys on a ring as he goes. For a moment, he swears he sees paw prints in the sand blown in from the winds.]