The horned head bobbed along softly in agreement, lips curling up just slightly at the mention of age. "I might be in a similar pinch, all these places too strange and unfamiliar to recognize." They admit.

Fran's head tips, blinking up from the garden bed to glance at Cadfael. "Hm? We can drink, yes!" Their smile only grows, prompting the one more appropriately dressed for the heat to stand up with him. "That sounds lovely, if you're offering." A simple nod to suggest they'll follow.