"Then don't do it. I've got legs." There you go, he just essentially admitted he'd walk to wherever your place was. Treasure it. "Doesn't bother me a whit to wander through Everglade, can't feel any of that shite to begin with."

There's a snort from Cassian. "Aye then, do ye? They anythin' like the addle headed git in Genessia City?" Abel had honestly been nice enough to make him dinner and take care of him when he was sick, but the man had clearly neglected his own health too. Ergo; addle headed git. "No brains, just wanders out and does good without thinkin' of their own well bein' like dyin' a saints death in the middle of the woods promises ye life eternal. They ain't like that are they?"