[Muiread swivels in the direction of Kavinsky's voice - as best she can while restrained - before she sits up higher on her knees and addresses her master. With the sack on her head, whatever she babbles is unintelligible.
Niall doesn't need the warning, anyway. He heard Kavinsky as clearly as she did. He leans over and peers out at the woods past the canopy's curtains. The light's dim, but enough for him to catch the boy's silhouette.]
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Niall doesn't need the warning, anyway. He heard Kavinsky as clearly as she did. He leans over and peers out at the woods past the canopy's curtains. The light's dim, but enough for him to catch the boy's silhouette.]
What's that, lad?