Akechi nods back, following Donnie's lead. His feathers fluff up reflexively, and he growls at how unaccustomed he is to walking on hooves. The lack of proper grip makes maneuvering beyond irritating, but when another jet of steam goes off, he cloaks himself in his wings as an added precaution.

At least his feathers operate like armor.

"I am not looking forward to going through this a second time..."

Hopefully there's a more efficient way back.