Quen had things confused. You were much more likely to see a person walking around the city nude from the bottom down than you ever were to where he came from. With tribes as small as he came from, you were accountable for everything you did. People made fun of you for things that happened when you were a kid.
Liyal answered her by loudly sucking on his teeth. It was his general not too far off sound. He used it a lot, sometimes when he didn't want to answer something, other times when it would be more effort to figure something out than just to do it. By the time he really bothered to think about how long it took them to get there, they'd be there. For a blind girl, Quen moved pretty quickly if you were leading her.
If anything slowed them down, it was Liyal. He crouched down and made friendly animal noises at cute dogs being walked by them and he would say hello. Quen would reach out and find his collar to tug on when he stopped walking to watch a pretty girl jog by. Not to mention his very un-city like habit of gathering edible nuts and things when he saw them just laying around. There wasn't big enough animals to eat them over around here.
It was only the promise of feeding the hunger inside him (and knowing Quen could actually do a spell now) that got him to lead her there in any sort of acceptable timeframe.
He'd be in much more danger if she saw what he did at the vendors. Liyal put on the most pathetic face possible and rubbed his stomach, shaking the tiny amount of gil in his hand. Then he'd pinch his lips together with his fingers and wave his other hand in front of Quen's eyes. Mute and blind, sir and we are so hungry and poor!
And that was how Liyal got watermelon at half price!