With a nod, he's across the room and waiting for her to slip through the window before following after. The second the cool night air hits his face he feels 1000% better than in the stuffy, stagnating air of the Inn as he shared it with the whole village. He really will learn one of these days that crowds aren't his thing. You know, maybe.

"Where are we going?" he asks lowly from his crouch on the roof, strangely light on his feet considering his own bulk really. Apparently she's the brains of this operation now. Lucky for her, the standards aren't too high with this one.