The sheer business of his arrival hasn't really given him a chance to truly processes what's happened, or what his next steps should be, and sitting down in a house--being offered a drink, and space to breathe--is almost overwhelming in itself. He appreciates the extra few seconds that Marcus affords him, and is slightly more composed by the time he returns, at least enough to carry on a conversation.

"Full of wolves, incidentally."

He takes the glass and drinks deeply from it, apparently not aware of how thirsty he was before it was presented to him.

"A curse, I'm told."