There's a look cast out the window just beside him, the dense fog beyond that the two headed creature had near materialised from, as if weighing up whether this is a task to fail due to its form. But if wizards only ever relied on their eyes, they'd probably be even more endangered than they were when he left his world.

"Turn back," he agrees, turning his attention from the window to address what he can see of the two women. "And I'll keep a lookout. The job is half done, I would think."