Aye, go ahead then-- I'll be... somethin'. Workin' out the kinks, prob'ly. [Because he's not so affected by the heat in the building, more the smoke, but Rhus is recovering nicely. When one's ancestors used to hunt in the deserts and sea sides, one tends to be thankful for that kind of resistance.

And true to his comment, he starts stretching, shoulders and arms, just because carrying someone taller than himself tends to be annoying.]

And mayhap look for supplies as well, if you need them, like a cloth for your face.