[The din of the crowd was overwhelming to his newly sensitized ears, and Lorenz Hellman Gloucester-- a good bit taller, antler-ier, and deer-ier-- was taken by surprise when his arm was grabbed as he was exploring the marketplace. He started at first, surprised by the sudden intrusion, and all but froze as that familiar voice met his longer, fuzzier ears.]

Dorothea.

[He said, surprise evident in his voice, but a glance at the vendors made the situation plain enough. Quickly catching on, he nodded in agreement and offered the songstress an amused smile.]

Yes, we really should be. The people we're meeting with are going to complain that we're late!

[Hooking his arm around her, he bobbed his head at the two vendors in a silent show of thanks for finding his friend-- his Bond, just for that moment.]

You know how they are, [He added, guiding her away and into the crowd.] Such sticklers for punctuality...

...Are you okay?

[He asked quietly once they were deep in the crowd, confusion and concern in equal parts showing in his eyes. The vining ivy clinging to his antlers did little to detract from the horizontal pupils of his eyes and the other changes that Geardagas had brought upon him, but as a whole he seemed well enough.

Irony of Ironies, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester had truly become a deer.]