"So it shall be, my Lady." No one would know of their bond, ill-fated thing that it was. He stood perfectly politely, a paragon of specimens, not a hell-raiser, no, a well-adjusted young man was that of which stood before her. No one would be any the wiser to him, he was sure. Not when he was trapped in his humanoid form. "I will assist you. For the record, I would have enjoyed nothing more than to be here a week ago. I love knowledge, especially reading. Books are a passion I've often been denied." Under many excuses, normally revolving around the fact that serf's did not read. It would draw attention to him. It would make others question him. Perhaps it was wrong to hope that she would indulge his love of information, perhaps, even with this mage in her current, juvenile form, would have something more to teach him. She was, after all, no doubt one of the weakest to come across such a bond as his.  "Must we ride by horse?" The words were near spat out, and for good reason, in his mind."I detest the creatures. You may travel by horse, I have wings. I will fly to our destination."

He knew the form of an owl wasn't far away for his abilities.

"I will take this opportunity to inform you that rest remains beyond my capabilities." He was unable to sleep. The once-avian followed his newest victim with a quiet, practised gait. Urgent, but soft, dark eyes constantly upon her, unblinking and unwilling to leave. "I can pack your belongings while you rest. I trust there's nothing that my lady would not wish to befall upon my eyes-- after all, we have a very special bond. I'm sure no secrets shall come between us." He seemed to expect nothing but the best from her-- and perhaps thought it vice-versa. How else could he protect her from this terrible fate she'd set upon herself? Himself, too, if they should foul up. 

"While we walk, tell me. Do you have relatives? What kind of abode are you in? What of your friends? If I am to guise myself, I may well pretend that we are well acquainted. Since, I doubt it wise to allow you to leave my sight for long. A glance in the wrong direction, and you are conjuring creatures by accident and costing uncouth males their lives. Really, my Lady, what am I to do with you?" Anyone would think he was joking, but... the serious nature of his face said it all, he was either a master at masking his mirth or he wasn't joking in the first place.

"You aren't affiliated with the priest sector of mage-work, are you? That could prove to be rather detrimental. To both of us, such magic could cause quite a stir in our agreement, and then neither of us will get what we want-- which reminds me, my Lady, what DO you want from me? Am I to be nothing but a go-get-me for the remainder of your existence?" He'd rather hole himself back up in Hell were that the case. Perhaps she'd show him more of mage work-- but at this point, there was so little left to be learnt. "I could show you a few simple incantations, though wither you'd wish to pursue such a path..." Her back would be against the wall soon enough. He left the thought path there and then. "Well. We'll see what becomes of you, ultimately. You should rest, however. I am to understand such a thing as yourself suffers from a strange mental illness called 'stress'. Apparently it's commonplace to suffer under such a thing. Fear not. There are many others like you." ...Was that his best attempt at trying to reduce said physiological trauma? Clearly, he wasn't well practised in it. "Dried lavender plant should aid you, so I've come to understand."