At the question, Cassius smiled, but did not answer directly. "You will see soon enough what flying is like, Prince Frey." The change of subject was neatly timed, however, as Augustine entered moments later, Asbel tagging along behind. "Good morning brother, Cassius," Augustine began by way of introduction. He smiled at both, and half-turned to give the phoenix behind him the pack he had been carrying. "I have our provisions and supplies sorted, and all that remains is to get going." Asbel hovered uncertainly in the doorway, anxious to stay close to Augustine now that a dragon and the demon of a prince were so close by, and his gaze skated nervously in Frey's direction once and then again, though he refused, for the moment, to speak to the prince when they had ended on such poor terms the night before. Either oblivious to this or disinterested, Augustine hefted the flight harness. Cassius moved to join him, and between them, they managed to carry the leather contraption out outside. Asbel hesitated: he would rather have followed the prince out, but if he was going to be trapped with Frey for the next few weeks, something had to be said, and now, while they were alone, was a better time than later. The phoenix squared his shoulders and tilted his head back to disguise his internal uncertainty. "Frey," he began, voice low and steady, "if your family does not know that you are afraid of the dark, I will not tell them or exploit you, but please, I--" the please caught in his throat-- "please do not... startle me."