He pulled off his robe and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping her in the thick fabric. "You'll want to hold on for this next part." He searched the Void and found ten of his knives had returned. He let five drop out of the robe's pocket, forming the familiar wheel he used for fast transportation. He used one to shoot himself into the sky, and after a few moments spotted smoke a ways off. He dropped down next to Vena, "Hold on tight." He wrapped his arms around her, and they were off, flying through the air at breakneck speed. They whizzed past trees and snow, ice and rock, until the familiar shape of the inn came into view. He set her down, and opened the door for her. "Glad I got the right building this time."