Zugos looked up at the princess, a slight smile playing on his lips-“ Relax, princess. Take a few minutes, we have time. There is a shower in the back. I have taken the liberty of setting some clothes aside for you. Just some old things from my mother, it’s no trouble, really.” – After that, he picked up the chipped mug from before, filling it with steaming coffee by a wave of his hand, then walked outside to see to the preparation. Ezra’s horse was still where it should be, and he was pleased that yesterday commotion hadn’t scared it off yet. Brave thing. He patted the animal gently, but it jerked away from his touch. No surprise there. He had never been good with animals before, despite living in the middle of the woods. They tended to react negatively to the presence of magic, so most steered clear of him.

 His backpack was ready, and he had used a spell to keep it in an alternative space, so he wouldn’t have to drag it around like an idiot, especially with his limp. But for the princess, he had no idea what she needed. Clothes and food he could provide, but other things? He was not sure, and knew better than to assume. Maybe she could shop for whatever she wanted in the village, when they got there.