Lugo trotted through the busy roads of the capital city. Eiro sat on his back, trying to make sure nobody could see that something was off with him. Though, maybe that was just some kind of anxiety; logically, Eiro knew that he had the level of control over his body that it was near impossible for others to see even the slightest difference, at least as long as he didn't try to make any major movements. If he were to suddenly get into a highly complex fist-fight with someone like Kassandra, then maybe that was going to be different, but especially just sitting on Lugo's back it would be impossible for others to see.
Well, maybe the masters would be able to tell, but that was something that Eiro could discuss with them later; he was quite curious to know exactly how his behaviour looked from the perspective of someone without the 'Ultimate Perception' bestowed upon him by the Five of Pentacles.
