It's only ridiculous from where you're standing. I bet there's someone out there who would agree with me.

[He keeps pace with Waver, tail swishing, occasionally kicking up a piece of trash or some fallen leaves.

Eventually, they arrive. Dylas doesn't seem put off by it. He's happy to finally see where his 'pup' lives, completely unaware that he's living a dangerous game by using that term.]

I'm glad you've got a roof over your head, at least. I can stop worrying about you now.