Three days is a very short trip, your imperial majesty. I'd extend it if I weren't certain you all would perish if I stepped away for more than ten minutes. But don't worry, I'll keep us all safe.

[He clasps his hands together, moving to shuffle past the lot of them. They've reached the max capacity for Miles' bedroom, and it's time for him to go invade other closets.]

With our new guests of honor, we'll likely reach our destination around the time we should rest for the evening. Day two, you all will complain to me about how it's the worst, but worth it because Dorian's still ever so smart and handsome. Day three, we will go home, and Byerly will finally have peace of mind.