Morningside Cuesta deuteronomy

You could slow your pace a little, boy. They called to the dark-coated warrior up front, dredging their own steps across the cold bog at a leisurely pace. It had begun as a joke, as it entertained them to see Glaukos grow flustered and impatient, only now the cold had begun to worry their joints and indeed, slow them. At their flank, the yearling they had picked up along the way — moving spritely.

She said something, to which Djinn turned their entire head in a great arc — Hmm?