Her older self just looked away. She always seemed deferential lately, though Lucky didn’t know why. Maybe it had to do with the way her scent had changed. “I don’t think the ones we rescued will be able to help you, Lucky. Deadlight and I have been trying to work with them, but they’ve been abused pretty bad. They seem to think we’re going to be helping them, uh… save their tribe. I guess they’ve been dealing with slavery for a long time, and…” She trailed off, looking down at the table. “But if you need us to come with you on this mission, it does sound important.” She looked to Deadlight, as if for permission.