Blackfeather Woods now, she takes your hand and she leads you to the river

Nothing he said mattered, he knew that. But he wanted to try. It was part of the old Mou reaching through (not that he was aware); the pathetic wanting of Screech to be understood, the apologetic Titmouse refusing to take any blame, you could call it whatever you wanted. Mou was innocent until proven otherwise and all he wanted right now, was to make sure the captive - the patient - was alright.

Then she distracted him, signing something at him that made absolute sense (in the way that complicated math makes sense to someone years after completing high school; where the hell did that come from? Who even uses trigonometry?).

—Yes.— he motions, but his face contorts in to a frown and he adds, buh I dun remembah where et came from.