Moonspear Fling into battle, spring to your feet boys

Charon kept the tension on and she only watched, sharply honed in on the yearling just in case. She'd gladly be present for the moment of his end, should it escalated there suddenly--so far, though, it did not. He did keep it just difficult enough, in some simple way. Ame was certain that he should be grateful for no fresh wounds, not yet.

When he gave a name, her eyes narrowed and she would not be forgetting it. Titmouse. He didn't know where he was either.. which was disappointing, but not surprising based on how he'd vanished. Coordinates on him would have just made it too easy. Nevertheless, this was a step in a good direction and Ame saw this as an appropriate enough segue for what she wanted to see him attempt to explain. Deep, deep down there was an old deja vu about this, and she slid up closer to Charon's side menacingly. She glared sternly at the silver eyed boy and looked terribly poised for something worse somehow. "Why was he here?" she asked. "Why were you here?"