“Oh believe me, I want to leave,” Jareth said bitterly to the guard. “Perhaps if your people hadn’t kept me sedated with elephant strength tranquilizers I wouldn’t have difficulty moving my limbs.” Which was, to a degree, true. They had kept him drugged to the point of a stupor, where he wasn’t acting like himself, let alone a being able to do much on his own. Jareth was, to say the least, not happy.
He looked at his partner in release and frowned. No, since they’d discontinued his medications the previous evening, he was starting to get his wits about him. And those wits meant that he wasn’t the type to let anyone help him in anything. Jareth was far too proud for that.
“I’m fine,” he said, and tried to step up the pace a bit. It was just that his feet weren’t cooperating with them. He stumbled a bit after a few steps, frowned harder and stopped for a moment to gather himself again. This was most displeasing.