[ Oh, he did just say that. Claude's right, and it's a bit much to lay down and make himself comfortable in Turner's home, especially when they had to let themselves in.

He does agree completely. But when Claude touches his shoulder, he slaps it away with abrupt force, a spike of irritation raising in his throat before it dies just as quickly, startling him in its intensity before he draws his hand back, rubbing his knuckles and looking apologetic. ]

Sorry, I didn't mean... [ Hm. He must be tired and Grumpy. ] You're right, of course. We should get going.

[ He lets out a breath, then pushes himself up onto his feet with a wobble. ]

I must have been neglecting my training, if a short walk [ carrying a bear ] is enough to leave me winded.