Felix leads readily enough, though he keeps his hands free as he strolls. He doesn't have to carry weapons. He's keeping his own watch, though of course much of his attention is on Alex. Having had a glimpse of what his companion can do, he doesn't feel like they should be concerned.

"I don't think we'll meet any bandits," he remarks. "It seemed clear on my way up here. And of course I looked like easier prey then." Just an unarmed, armourless scholar with a satchel.