Well, there has been quite a lot of time. The world's quite a bit different than it was- but there are still oak groves and music, and there is still Hercules. [Not to brag, but she should know that he's available to be called on, right? And while he might remember steaks- there's only so many ways to cut meat off of a herd animal, after all- it's pretty unlikely that a nature spirit would have cause to run across them; it's not like they can be just picked up off the forest floor.

Enthusiasm is certainly one of his best features, all right! Good thing trickiness is one of his others, closing one eye and turning his head the same direction just enough to murmur to her out of the side of his mouth.]

If our pursuer is who I think it is, he's diligent but not creative- given what he does, he doesn't need to be creative. Even so, it's an advantage in our case; watch him as best you can, and once he starts reaching for us call out a warning. And be ready to disembark shortly afterward, yes?