Harold didn't particularly mind the quiet as he walked along with the angel girl. True, there were some things he would like to know, but in this land of pointy ears that heard everything, only the minimum amount of communication could be spared until they reached their destination. There were, of course, things he had yet to decide or figure out about their plan, but he was the sort of man who would fill in the gaps as they went.
Though the spring world was far from safe, they had been fortunate enough not to encounter anything that tried to kill them, so far... perhaps because the fairies were too curious about why these otherworlders were taking a casual walk through their realm. It was one of the more peaceful of the fairy realms, however, as the environment was geared more towards creating life than destroying it.
After setting up camp in a peaceful glade in the evening, he made his way over to Fleur's side, stroking her soft, sensitive wings. "This is about as far as we'll make it today..." he said to her. "Let's wear your celestial body out so that we can get some rest." He took her hand gently and began tugging her in the direction of the tent, gazing at her as he did so. "You probably feel the mood of the spring realm already..." he whispered into her ear, noting how two bunny-eared girls in the woodline were giggling at them and blushing, still a bit shy to approach them.