It's just as well that the weather is clear while they're on the boat. If the waters had been even a bit rougher chances are that Jamie'd have spent the entire trip looking green about the gills. As it is, there's still the occasional faint curl of nausea in the pit of his stomach, and while he is able to push past it, it leaves him quieter than normal for the trip across.

Or perhaps that quietness is due to something else, because he's quiet as well during most of the trip to the village itself. Still, during the times where they take a break on the way up, he seems content enough, standing just off the path and looking out into the heart of the mountains, not minding the breeze that tugs at his kilt and messes with his hair - and if anyone happens to come over to see what's going on, he's happy not only to move to provide them a bit of room, but strike up a conversation as well.

It's the same in the tavern. While he doesn't indulge too much - they've a job to do, after all - a pretty server at the inn seems to have caught his eye, and by the time he's done chatting with her, he has not only one tankard of ale from the inn's brewery, but two. Rather than keep that second one to himself, he looks around for one of the other people he's been traveling with, offering out the tankard once he manages to catch someone's eye. Maybe someone'll take it or maybe they won't, but it seems better to offer to share rather than keep it to himself.