His frown deepened. Treading carefully isn't something he knows how to do...but in Taravast he had gotten a taste of what happened when he didn't do so. His fingers curled into a tight fist...before he lets go with a, "Tch!"

He glares off to the side...then looks back at his current companion. Then looked away again. This repeats another time before he grits out, "Then what can be done?" He's not good at this but maybe this person is...?