Noctisardor Bypass Stop posting the eyeballs -- if you don't stop I'm gonna take them away from you

She nodded to Pheiros. She was starting to have some serious doubts about whether Charles had any ability to actually get back to Easthollow without walking off a magically appearing cliff. He was far more directionless than any other wolf she'd met. She'd been pondering her response when he spoke again, and that pretty much confirmed her thoughts.

For the most part Arbiter's expressions were usually subdued. But indecision was something that wore at her patience, which was now awfully threadbare at this point. Her words were more terse now, You should figure that out. It'll make your life easier, and everyone else's. Probably happier too, if it matters. But right now I don't know if you want an excuse to not go home, or if you do need an escort. So please, tell me what it is you're wanting, so we can do something conclusive instead of waffling about. Did he have that capability? Could she actually force him into saying something concrete? Please let it happen so she could stop feeling like he wanted her to mentally go in circles.