Byerly falls into step next to him and Talin forcibly suppresses the sneer he can feel tugging at his lip, refrains from an instant response so he doesn't snap elvhen insults at the unsuspecting shemlen. It's easier to be bland and inoffensive in human cities where nothing really matters and their ignorance can amusing instead of infuriating. To be surrounded by them here, where he can feel the weight of all that's been lost to the People is... a challenge.

"That does seem to be one thing we can all agree on," he notes, mild. "Comforting, in a way."

He does not, and will not, lengthen his strides to keep up with the human's longer legs. If Byerly outpaces him, so much the better.