Zerxus has his suspicions, and he knows they could be wishful thinking - but that doesn't really change anything, not on his part. He'll do whatever he needs to, to make life a little better for the people here.

"I guess it will." He really does need to tear his gaze away if he doesn't want to trip over something and fall on his ass, so he finally looks forward again. It's not long after that they're approaching the border, and a magnificent creature pacing a foot or so away from it.

"There," he says, as if the celestial spirit could possibly be missed, and strides over to meet his mount. The griffon bounds forward immediately, nuzzling Zerxus even as it glares at Bruce, wings flaring outwards.