Conrey's features immediately screwed in confusion, not understanding why she would endanger her "best dress" knowing full well they would be going out. "Well, don't do that," he warned her gently. "I don't want to hear any screeching when you snag it on a branch or get a bit of dirt on it. Wear something you wouldn't be sad to see a bit...muddied? The bank seemed a bit soft, but it no, not terribly far." It wasn't a lie, but he was uncertain what her delicate standards of far might be.
"I'll give you privacy, though, if you wish to...get changed," he spoke slowly, giving her a not-so-hidden once over. He didn't think she looked all that disheveled but he wouldn't argue it if it made her comfortable when they had so much free time on their hands anyway.
He smiled kindly, not saying a word more as he released her hand and moved to step out. The stairs were taken quickly. He peeked out the front door cautiously, though opened it fully once he saw their striped friend had not loitered. Stepping out, he felt much more at home than in the stuffy manor.
He was able to breathe and feel the light breeze tickling the bareness of his arms. The sun caused him to squint a bit for its brightness, but he welcomed the warmth enveloping him. Conrey pondered the thought of taking the trip as a wolf, but he knew how the girl liked to chatter and thought better of it. He sat himself upon the bottom step to wait for her, his hands folded patiently as he stared out in the direction of the river as he listened to the sounds of life.