If Lloyd ever tired, he never displayed it. Simply waited patiently during the brief times Albert paused to rest, occasionally scouting around through the air to ensure they weren't being followed or tracked. He was dreadfully paranoid, Lloyd. When offered rations at first the man was hesitant, a gesture of kindness? Strange... all things considered especially, but eventually accepted with his thanks.

When Albert stopped he also glanced at the sky, frowning slightly. Hm, it was late, and they hadn't gone nearly far enough yet. On foot was so time consuming. "Indeed, an acceptable time to rest." Which for Lloyd really just meant finding the nearest tree and slumping under it. Okay he was a little tired, but he'd not admit it or ever make a fuss.