"She must have gotten the wrong location, hmph." It really was a waste of time. "Through there," she pointed the way, settling back onto her perch on his head, and not gently, either. "It's a short cut, according to the map."

Grasping at his antlers, she pulls herself down slightly into his view, knowing exactly where his thoughts were probably wandering to after such a quick turn around, and the beastly body language that followed.

"And don't go thinking it's time to sit down for a disgusting bowl of fish head stew at a time like this, either. We need to get to that mirror!"