Tarentek did not notice Onyx's quick departure as he dressed himself and gathered up his belongings as quickly as he could. He felt better than the day before, but still noticeably fatigued and weak. His muscles still ached from the long trek through the desert, and he was overall more sluggish than usual. However, as long as he could retain the goodwill of his hosts, then he would recover. 

As Tarentek stepped out of the room, he noted that Opal suddenly stopped whatever they had been talking about, likely because of his lack of trust for outsiders. It was an attitude that concerned Tarentek, but he could not do much to change that at the moment. If Raldel's opinion changed because of his warning, then Tarentek might be able to earn some trust, but if not, then he could at least hope to be tolerated. For the moment, he was simply glad to have more water, which he immediately began to drink somewhat conservatively.

After they made their way outside, the others started to take flight, and Onyx offered to carry him to their destination. Before, Tarentek might have said yes, but now he hesitated, looking off the side of the bridge at the long drop below. In theory, the concept of flight was amazing to him, but actually being in the air and seeing the long drop beneath him made him more nervous. He still remembered vividly the fear he felt, even if only for a brief moment, when Onyx dropped him. "Oh, I, um...I know what I said about flight yesterday but...does there happen to be a walkway to his den? We can fly if we need to, but...I would really be more comfortable with my feet firmly on the ground." He asked, his demeanor embarrassed and nervous.