This is new territory, a rare thing in so long a life, and Kirigan's appetite for it limns his mood enough to make him willing, but not enough to override his judgement. He doesn't yet know whether he can sit upright without support while travelling, as he's come to think of it, and isn't about to try with an audience when the result might be tipping face-first into said audience's lap—even the look on Ralston's face wouldn't be worth that indignity—so it's back to the headboard he goes, bare feet and all.

While settling in place, he murmurs, "You should be so lucky." Despite the timbre of his voice, which flows with a warmth not at all out of place at his bedside, the amusement it carries is unmistakably mocking. Right after, he clears his throat to banish it.

"We'll meet in the centre. There's a woodland nearby—stay clear of it."