Karsten didn't usually apparate. He left that for traveling, for when he went to Lübeck, and even then, he generally favoured riding a broomstick. Apparition was for lazy people, and he generally fancied walking much better. He liked hiking.
What he didn't like, though, was spending time with Elyas. The less time he spent with him, the better. Even if he was attractive. Because he was attractive. The broom mechanic had reasoned that yeah, sure, the pair would be physically close as they traveled, but he could deal with that. What he absolutely could not deal with, though, was the prospect of a half hour hike, alone with Elyas, who would probably want to talk.
Karsten hit the ground, and landed on his feet, much more gracefully than he felt inside. Apparition made him feel queasy, yet another reason not to do it.
They were at the entrance of the cave, a long while away from Todesfelde. Karsten leaned against the rock, arms folded across his chest, and waited for Elyas to walk towards him, silent.
Baa-baa, black sheep, have you any wool?