It did not surprise him to learn she possessed what he pictured to be an entire entourage of maids somewhere yon, for this was a lady of leisure. Quite above Arven's company, but... neither seemed to care much about their mismatch. Especially against the backdrop of midges and reeds, as opposed to parasols and promenades.

He came with her, leaving the boat safely snuggled against the bank for now. Ladies like Porphyria Dempsey could easily have the thing fetched, and frankly Arven would rather lend his focus to her alone, than to magicking her vessel across a lake.

"I'm wandering any way I haven't wandered before", he replied. "This lakeside is the one remaining unknown path I can spot from my window."