"I'm just making sure you know how taxing this little trip of ours is going to be."

Said defensively because— yes, fine, it is nursemading, but like hell is he going to admit it and prove Fenris right when they're already in a tiff. Eyes lifting petulantly towards nothing at all, lips pursing as his hand meets his hip, and then he's veering off in an entirely different direction, likely angling for the road.

"And for the record, I hardly mind being fussed over by you, thank you very much."