[ Brandon does not manage to be reassuring to the fae, so desperate to get out, confusion in Kaevyn's eyes as he is instead tucked against the student's chest and led elsewhere. Another strange place, surrounded by this forest made of dark things. He does not like being here... it feels like a disease trying to spread into his limbs, his wings, to stop him from flying.

His quiet comes to an end when they come across Qetzi. Then his panic and indignity begin anew. ]

A witch, a witch! Oh, I can see it, it is in her hair, it is under her nails! Brandon, you must run! Take us from here, take us from the monsters before we are devoured.