Blackfeather Woods and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower

The call comes and isn't surprising exactly, but it does send a nervous shiver down his spine. Mou thought they'd have more time to come up with a plan, but after fighting with Maegi over the situation it seemed like he was alone in his efforts; really, the boy had merely begun to understand the danger of his actions and their effects on those close to him. He knew enough to dread the eventual discovery of the captive but once she'd been found out, and Relmyna's voice called for him, he felt much more at peace. Frightened too, in the way a child might be afraid of facing punishment, but there was relief there too. She knew. Whatever happened next was unavoidable but he would do his best to plead his case - if the moment rose where it was necessary.

Mou crept through the dark. This time he arrived at the cave without any sort of offering; perhaps he should've carried something, a gift for the Listener or a sign that he was tending to the captive. He paused in his approach suddenly, realizing that at some point Fire had gone from patient to captive in his mind and that worried him a little. He could not linger outside of Wolfskull Cave for long; he was soon sliding in to the cool dark of the corridor and trailing after the heavy scent of Wintersbane, and once his path emptied out in to the hollow of Fire's confines, he found his attention drifting between those already gathered. The young man; Relmyna, whose gaze he couldn't match; then inevitably, the autumnal girl who held his eyes the longest; and then he watched the dirt, unable to say or do anything.

He could fix this, he thought.