[ Almost a coward? No, he very much was. He would admit it, too. It was his fear that had kept him from learning to stand up for himself, to fight in the first place, so long ago it wasn't even laughable any more, and kept him from picking it up since. It was his fear, manifesting in more subtle ways, playing off how he'd been raised, which kept his body language submissive and docile, and undermined his confidence.

He sighed, but nodded, biting the inside of his lower lip. ]

I'll try. I don't know how good I'll be at coming up with something that works well out here... but I'll try. For now, though, I'd... rather keep moving. If we can just find our way back to the city, then there won't be any need.

[ As happy as he was to see living, healthy trees, knowing how woefully rare they were, where he was from... it meant that he had little idea how to use them in construction, and honestly, little want to do so. Killing any, or even merely removing branches, seemed a rather terrible thing to do, and there weren't many other options for building materials around them that weren't plants, certainly not the stone and brick and metal and glass that he was long accustomed to. But if it should rain.....

He didn't want to think about that. He didn't have his coat to shield him, even if one of his brothers had preened and oiled his wings for him just the other day... so they may have to build something after all. It all depended on whether or not they'd have to spend the night outside, before they could get back to the city. ]