[Emery just laughs, only a little embarrassed by the near-mishap.]

More dramatic than I intended, sure. It would have been quite tragic if I'd damaged my face~!

[...Maybe that's kind of a tactless quip considering Zel still bears some marks from the spring guardian's attack. Oh well.

Emery settles back, resting his forearm against the side of the wagon.]

We're making good time, apparently. The kids here say we'll probably be at Fairford sometime after lunch, as long as the traffic isn't too thick.

[And what's a more reputable source of information than a bunch of small children?]