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Magpie had followed her warden sullenly— though she made no move to escape or otherwise cause trouble, she didn't have to be pleasant about it. If anything, she was tolerating her companion only out of respect for Fox, despite the fact it brought back all kinds of sour memories of the Sunspire... the very place they were headed. She thought she might begrudgingly survive the trip until the first night, which caused her to wake numerous times to Finley's creepy stare. It finally ended after the hundredth time, when Magpie finally grew enough nerve to snap, "I'm not going anywhere, lady; calm down."

The following leg of their journey saw them walk in silence, Magpie irritated with the whole situation, and Finley likely irritated at her— which only created a vicious cycle of moody chicks getting moodier. When Finley called for a stop, Magpie feigned annoyance— she was tired, too, and grateful for the rest— and couldn't help but complain, "If I didn't have an escort, I'd already be there." As if her warden, not much older than herself, was some old decrepit crone. "It's not my fault you're so obsessed with me that you couldn't sleep last night."