"Follow me then, Your Highness." Up he gets, a little wobbly as he stands, but he quickly catches himself, managing to gracefully make his way to the door, glass in hand. A glance is tossed over his shoulder to make sure Dion is following and sure enough he is. Wonderful.

Outside the air is warm but not in a suffocating way. It's pleasant, if anything. Joshua spots a bench not far off from where they are near a few trees, waving for Dion to follow.

"Let's head there."