Mmmmmh. [Hector hums noncommittally as he moves to sit near Isaac’s feet. He draws the first one up onto his thigh and begins to rub the sole. The initial pass is to examine and find the tender places for his fairy to patch up. Once the chafed skin is healed and whole, he presses his thumbs in deeper to massage the muscles.

He’ll wash up in the morning before they leave here, when having wet skin and wet hair will not doom him to a cold night. It might even feel nice despite the cool weather, depending on how grueling a pace they set tomorrow.]

Have you decided where you will go?

[He keeps his eyes downward, focused on the pale foot in his hands, purposely casual and non-threatening. It’s a tenuous alliance, and Hector has to be careful with how he proceeds.]

I know of some islands to the south. Warm clime, secluded, where people look to their own affairs, not to anyone else’s.

[He releases the first foot and draws up the second to repeat his ministrations.]