Redhawk Caldera She Deceives, He's Naïve. [iC Joining]

It wasn't too far to the strange boy's home, but it seemed to take ages longer than it should have. Her shoulder had kind of stopped throbbing by this point (that, or she'd gotten used to the constant itch and burn of it), and yet Basilie's mood had not improved to any great extent. She hobbled along beside the golden boy until he raised his head, letting loose a call to his superiors.

Basilie was uneasy about meeting these strangers - for surely to be a leader of any group, even a group of foreigners and heathens, they must have been intelligent. Anyone brighter than Ashton would recognize her subtle glances at the surroundings, her cautious posture, and side-eyed apprehension towards the healer. She wasn't staying, Basilie knew this, and she was concerned that the beasts that Ashton summoned would recognize this as well.