[Geir gestures with one wing in the direction of the coven's base camp, but he still can't help but be a bit concerned for the new arrival. whenever he sees someone show up without anyone from their own world to keep them company, he wonders how he would have reacted if he'd been pulled away from Vern when Qri grabbed him... it wouldn't have been pretty, to say the least. Geir's not sure if he would have tried to destroy the place he arrived, or gone to hide in a paroxysm of terror far worse than Shirley's uncertainty, or both. it's not a fun transition to make.]

It's that way, but it's a bit of a walk...

[he doesn't want to intrude, but he doesn't want to leave her on her own, either... what to do? then, in a flash, he sees what solution could answer both purposes.]

I'm flying that way myself! I could carry you that far and put you down, or you can just follow my silhouette in the sky, if you want. Up to you.

[he doesn't think she'll let him carry her, but he might be surprised -- and even if she doesn't, he has excellent eyesight. he'll be able to keep an eye on her till she gets where she's going.]