Fives follows the little creature with his eyes, though he still doesn't move. If there have been quarters prepared for him, though, there's no point spending the next ten days dying of thirst here, and he probably won't be left to himself here anywhere, while he might be if he goes wherever he's meant to be.

"What's there?" he asks as he pushes to his feet, not letting any of the stiffness and pain show in the way he moves. The cloak slips the rest of the way off as he rises, and he ignores the boots and coat, though he does retrieve what's left of his blacks from where they've been tossed into a corner.