The first two days of the return journey passed without any setbacks.
The druid barely stopped as he guided them through the skies, but as the third night fell, the silence of the flight was interrupted by the enormous beast's tired voice.
"My lord, could we stop to rest just for tonight?"
"Fine by me," Mark replied without even thinking about it. "We're not in any hurry after all."
The druid let out a grateful grunt and began to descend, looking for a suitable spot until he found a small clearing in the middle of a sparse forest.
He landed heavily, and the moment his enormous legs touched the ground, he waited just long enough for Mark and Ely to climb off his back.
And, as had become customary, the moment he returned to his elven form, his eyes rolled back before he fell face-first onto the ground.
"He never gives me time to thank him…" Mark murmured, looking at the unconscious elf at his feet.
He simply shrugged and, letting out a long sigh, dropped onto the grass.
