Now generally speaking, a changeling smiling was always cause for concern to anyone with half a brain, a sense of self preservation and enough dignity to find the idea of having been fed on as being mildly offensive. He snuck glances at her as they went. She was always lagging behind, talking with Jacques. It did not take him too long to put two and two together. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked rather coldly as they stopped for moment. He had cornered her by a tree, using the excuse of requesting that she 'check the integrity of the enchantment on his torch', even producing the arcane device he had received from the witch. All the while, Jacques helped Whirlwind set up the camp cover to keep the light drizzle of the rain off. The downpour had been going on for an hour now, but it simply could not penetrate the canopy to reach the ground in force, leaving a gentle, scattered rainfall as the water worked its way through the canopy.