Were Lloyd more prone to displaying his emotions, he would have been smirking all over while Albert dealt with his fan club. A King's job was never done, it seemed, and it was incredibly annoying. He did help where he could, by occasionally pointing out where it could be overheard that they really needed to get back on the road.

He's got your back Albert, sort of. While secretly being highly amused. At least they had their supplies, and another brief rest before continuing on. The bog, however, would prove to be a problem. Lloyd had indeed heard, and investigated. The bog was poisoned again, but this was not the same as the dragon's poison. Still, the smell already offended his keen Wingly nose, and surely Albert could see his discomfort with the situation.

"I had not taken into account how difficult travel on foot truly was," Flying had its boons. "We have come too far to turn back. We will simply have to deal with whatever lies ahead of us."