Deepwood Weald Feeling warm 'til the summer was over

Wraen should have realized that, while she could avoid talking about her past and what she knew of Moonspear, scents she could neither cover, nor lie about. She made a mental note of neutralizing her smell, when she ventured away from the Sentinels next, but now she had to find out a tactical move of how to get out of the sticky situation without causing any suspicions. 

I am not at liberty to tell my comrades' names. Was that grand answer that would silence anyone in the perfect world. Now - it would just as plainly tell that - yes - she knew, who Arthur was. Yes - he travelled with them. Naturally that would lead to the next logical question - who are you? "Can't say I have," Wraen replied with a straight face and honest look in her eyes. Her voice did not quiver once as the lie was spoken out loud. 

"Has this person gone missing?" she asked, keeping her expression neutral, giving a little, and sympathetic smile even.