Ariam barely spares them a glance, his demeanor cold and unfeeling as it usually is. His dark helm glints in the moonlight, leaving his charge to wonder once more what his face looks like. It had been weeks now- or days, or months, maybe? Time passed differently in the fae realms, and all they knew for certain is that they had to get out- get out, and get back home.

"I do not enjoy this task, mortal. I would advice you to hurry up, lest I force you to catch up." He murmurs, voice icy.