"If you dont mind", he says and fly beside the raven, "It has been a while since I last went flying around as I'm usually busy at Runestone. And truth be told: I'm not very eager to return there yet... Maybe some fresh air will help me think better on some matters that are bothering me".

The elf gaze at the stars as he flies, some of which he knew the name from his studies.

"What would you name a weasel?", he ask her out of the blue, his thoughts on Thing, which was secure on one of his many pockets.