Blackfeather Woods shorter of breath and one day closer to death

He can't see the expression on her face easily, the darkness being fixed across half his vision. It doesn't matter though. Before either of them can respond there is movement in the murk, a shape, a sound, and the duo become a trio. Mou feels Maegi turn to intercept the oncoming shape and then - as the boy fixes his gaze upon the captive, he realizes what's happening. The ensuing conversation is a mess in his head; he hears words, he sees words, and then there is doubt and confusion between the three of them.

Maegi doesn't want to trust her. Mou doesn't either, but he wants to take that chance.

What is she doing? Maegi murmurs.

Tawging. He replies with his hushed voice — but he doesn't take the time to explain.

—Will you keep her safe?— He signs to the red girl, and doesn't think to say anything or mouth anything for Maegi's benefit; he has to concentrate on the motions to get them all right, but finds them easier that speaking, and with practice it all seems so simple. —She isn't wrong. If they find her they will kill her. If I go to them, and you escape with her, will she be safe?—

His stare bores in to the girl, eager to read what he wants upon her face, listening intensely for that promise. He doesn't know if she can be trusted — she is a captive and he's hurt her, regardless of his intentions, and she is a Redhawk and — there are so many things wrong here. So many reasons not to trust her. But if it keeps Maegi safe, that's all that matters.