Red studied every move that Faun made; every tiny gesture, every flinch, every inflection of her voice-- they were were pertinent in putting together the puzzle that made her what she was. No doubt, she was one of the rumored who had been taken by Sawbones and experimented on. She could have been human once. He had seen firsthand what those sort of changes could do to the mind. They forgot everything of their lives prior and were forced to live in the present and nothing else. Otherwise, they might not be able to function. There was likely a lot of repressed memories and deeply buried pain that she couldn't address. Red knew the feeling. It drove them to decide that they needed to help her with absolute resolve.<br/><br/>Still, they offered an uneasy smile.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"It sounds like Old Sawbones really lives up to his name. That binding spell on your words is a neat trick-- not one that many fae are able to pull off. Supposedly, it's an arcane spell that they wouldn't dare dirty their hands with." </span>Their eyebrows raised.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You know, if you were interested, I could take a closer look at whatever hold he has on you. I am, what is commonly known, as a witch. Dark magic's kind of my thing."</span><br/><br/>Gray suddenly stopped and lifted his head, looking this way and that before he glanced back at them and wagged his massive tail. It was a sign of all clear, and Red gave him a thumbs up as a go-ahead to continue on word. The wolf plodded forward, nose back to the ground, loping further ahead to make sure nothing would surprise them.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Gray's the best guard-wolf anyone could ask for. Even if there was anything along the way, we'd likely never see it,"</span>Red added with a grin.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "It's kinda funny; I'm not sure how you managed to get his attention. He was supposed to be watching my back while I met a contact. There must be something about you."</span>Their eyes gleamed with interest.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "I'm still trying to figure out exactly what that might be. You wouldn't happen to have a certain penchant with wolves, would you?"</span>