"J-just shut up!" Revya yelled at Gig. He really didn't need more fuel for his headache. "Besides, you could've taught me how to fly or something. It's not like you just learn these things naturally. Don't tell me that in addition to being pansies, you Masters of Death are also birds..."
Revya trailed off, having stumbled over what appeared to be a moving pile of leaves. Oh wait, it was the man-cow. Eh, moving pile of leaves was close enough.
"Hey, get up already, we have to get moving and I can't ditch you, unfortunately."
With that said, Revya turned and walked back in the direction of the gate, hoping Levin had enough sense to follow. With his head still aching inside and out, an argument would probably drive him to murder or something of the like. Too bad the individual causing him the most grievance was inside his body. Suicide wasn't exactly a inviting prospect...