[ Ah. This is...convenient, and again, he's impressed by the magic and the seeming ease with which Iona deploys it. The fog is thick, but it starts right at his heels; he has no trouble running to avoid it from curling over him. ]

...Well. I suppose this is the first time you've decided to be subtle.

[ That's just a joke, though— he's grateful, and his expression edges into a faint smile. ]

They're looking for you. That makes you a wanted woman.