[Adrian goes away and comes back with the provisions Hector actually needs but is too stubborn to ask for. He feels like a child being chastised for his bravado, and he grumbles.]

...would’ve been fine without it....

[He reminds himself of his mission, of Rosaly, and forces himself to put aside his sulking. Even if Adrian is a know-it-all. An insufferable one. He rises up from his seat, startling the fairy on his shoulder, and takes the offered supplies.]

So, you work your magic, I sneak off and work my magic, and then you call upon your Speaker so the farcical hunt can begin?