Thereos merely offered his temporary colleague an unamused glance as he responded. "....it is a human expression." He was not responsible for how she interpreted his well intended words. And some wizards found centaurkind to be uncultured.

Ignoring much else, some of which pointedly so, his dark muddy eyes fell once more upon the likes of Miss McCarthy and her ripe raspberry heart. "I will be joining you, I assure," he nodded calmly to her. "My position is of best use to you all in the rear." He could not produce his own light from a stick (not that he wished for such ability) and he could scooped up any straggles or injured on to his back to carry them this way. Even with his limp, he was certain he could manage. Though he was beginning to regret such sentiments in overhearing that O'Hara woman state she would be in the back as well. Along with some rubbish about her Cloak of Invisibility. What good would that do any student to have one of their leaders unseen to the eye in this time of crisis?

A crisis that was now causing the feeling of dread to return and the hairs on his arms and back of neck to stand on end. Then came the foreign sound of bare feet shuffling along stone.

"Go, youngling. We will meet again." He rested a firm hand on the young Ravenclaw's shoulder. "Go."