Little does Popp know how much Themis wants those words to be true.

"It is due time for me to take a moment of respite, yes. You as well, need to be cared for." It is quite cold outside and they appear to be fresh out of blankets. There is a moment of deliberation on the logistics of how their travel is going to work, before Themis nods to himself.

He makes Popp's decision for him, shifting his hold into something a bit more solid and standing up without relinquishing his hold on the boy. There is a spark of magic and his weapons vanish into blooming blue light with a soft sound - he can defend them with his shield and magic alone, if he needs to.

Setting off at a brisk pace, Themis's voice is soft. "Are you cold?"