She might not need a passport for teleporting, but she also had seen enough magical hiccups to ATW (assume the worst) at all times. Jacket she grabbed, with her other papers and came back to the room. But a shopping run sounded just what the week needed and Martin'd end up looking completely adorable when she was done.
Coming back, she noted the loss of her snack and Martin looking extra innocent. Looking at Ruarc, she received a "well at least some people have decent manners about sharing food" look from the hound and was properly ignored for a sun nap. "Alright Pip, let's go."
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