Silver Moraine field and fountain, moor and mountain

Mutely, the banded woman shook her head, moving back to allow the male room to clamber to flat ground. The only safe place she knew was Undersea, but it would likely be unreachable by now, and she wasn't sure that was what the male was asking for.

Hide, she repeated to herself, trying to remember the nuances of that word's definition. Hiding was an activity quite different from seeking shelter, she thought. Was he being pursued? Did he require protection? Moorhen thought she could see it - the male was scrawny and thin, and she doubted he could hold his own in a fight. But who would want to fight him? The question was enough cause for suspicion, in her books. I ken protect, she said in a rough voice, although her eyes narrowed as she made the offer. Who do you hide?