Like she promised, Xala stayed quiet. This guy was one tough nut. It was slowly becoming a personal goal to make him not crazy. What was even his excuse? Even as two people Xala managed to keep her head on and not go into fits of rage. It was almost amazing. Maybe... Xala watched him, watched those gauntlets as he climbed and she followed.
No, she was crazy too. What person in their right mind would follow a crazy guy to some pretend gate that didn't exist just to maybe take off his arms? So, while they walked, Xala went through various scenarios of how to get those gauntlets off, and as the day wore on they got more and more ridiculous. At one point she chuckled to herself because she really doubted she could keep a rouse going until a wedding. So that one was obviously hilariously out of the question.
Finally he stopped and Xala stopped too.
And he just... Flopped over. Her eyebrows went up, giving him a long look before she continued on her way. Plucking various burnable bits from the ground and extra crispy tree limbs. He may just want to flop over and sleep but she was hungry and damn if she was gonna sleep on a cold cliff. Of course she'd heard his stomach grumble, maybe she could tempt him with food like the animal he was.
With her trusty pack and the dagger she kept on her belt, Xala made a small fire and sat down, leaning against a tree, giving her (unwilling) tour guide a long look before she waved around the jerky she had in an effort to get the scent over to him. Taking a bite and chewing loudly she sat and watched him, maybe he'd rouse himself and come closer to the fire to sleep?
She would allow it.