If Envy had been in any shape to run when his feet were finally back on the ground, he'd have taken off like a shot, and damn the chance of medical attention. But he's not, and he's not sure he could outrun Maurice anyway...and there's the matter of the bridle. Even ripped and partway hanging off, he can't get it off the rest of the way, or pull the reins free from the pole.

He's stuck with these two extremely questionable individuals, whether he likes it or not.

(He doesn't.)

His head lifts right up when Heather comes back and he smells the meat inside those bags. He's never even seen fast food before, but even cooked meat smells so good right now. He extends his neck towards her as she gets closer, snuffling.