She frowned. Just what had happened for him to say that — and for such a mark to be prominently featured on his face. She would have asked, but he was pushing up, and she was quick to follow, clawed hand grasping his bicep whether he wanted her to or not.

"A place to rest your head, if nothing else." She rolled her eyes. "There is an Inn for Visitors to stay to gather themselves. We should head there."