[ One would think, being soulbonded to a kitsune, Sylvain would be more accustomed to foxes just popping up out of nowhere to latch onto him. But apparently they can still surprise him anyway, because his steps falter for a moment while he blinks wide amber eyes at the unfamiliar figure treating him like an old friend.

But this is a game he's played himself many a time, so the momentary falter is a short one before he's just going ahead with playing along, offering a playful smile to the fox, lips quirked in a crooked grin. ]

Did I keep you waiting? My apologies. I didn't realize. But a break to rest does sound rather nice right now. Shall we, darling?

[ He, at least, has complete permission to be here, so it's less sneaking for him and more... smuggling? ]