Blackfeather Woods One goes to the morgue and the other to jail

Something he's said has affected her. Even in the dimness of the cavern he can tell - the hitch in her throat, the way she begins to mumble and get quiet - and he doesn't say anything. Titmouse breathes, which seems like a hard enough task already. She is fleeing from him and Tit can't help but feel a swelling pride in himself; he's fended off the monster in the dark, he's won, and now he just needs to rest.

Her final question is met with quiet at first, and then - out of some sort of kindness maybe or merely because of how exhausting this entire ordeal is - he says, Redhawk Caldera. It doesn't hold the same kind of fire as it once did.