Corvus winced slightly as he explained, in rather vague terms, what had happened. There was a fire. Surely everything was okay.. right? They had to be. He teetered slightly on his paws, though before long he made the decision to recline right there onto his stomach. Getting up might be a struggle, but he found it hard to imagine standing for much longer. Maybe, if it came to it, Ignis could just drag him across the border if need be - the thought was enough to barely lighten his somber mood, if but for a moment.
Ignis didn't laugh at his quip, but he hadn't really expected him to. Luckily he agreed that his uncle wouldn't mind him staying for now, until he was.. ready to go home. Whenever that was. Given his relatively newfound responsibilities, he didn't think staying here for long would be a wise idea, but maybe just a few days. Enough to let his paws heal and to heal the aching feeling of guilt that he felt for not staying. He shifted onto his side so Ignis could get a better look at his paws, unsure if he knew what he was doing but willing to hear him out anyway.
Corvus nodded at his idea. "Yeah, I can walk," he assured him, slowly rolling back onto his side and slowly, painstakingly, pushing himself upright. Maybe lying down hadn't been such a good idea - his body seemed to struggle to stand and he felt the sharp pain emanating from his blistered paws. "Hopefully it's not too far?" He questioned, casting Ignis a wary glance as he finally steadied himself - after nearly stumbling, he instinctively moved as if to lean against him for support on the way to his den.
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