Valehna frowned at Ester's answer. It seemed rather unlikely that she hadn't seen anything, but regardless of whether or not she was lying, she decided it was better to let it lie.<br/><br/>Mesaraih drew his daggers clinked their blades together absently. Looking up from them, he picked a spot in a nearby tree and threw one of the daggers at it, watching it wiggle ever so slightly as it stuck to the wood. He picked it off when he caught up to it, then repeated the action with his other dagger.<br/><br/>Ester's voice from behind jarred him into reality once more. His face formed into a small snarl that disappeared so quickly, Ester might not have seen it even had she been facing him. As it was, he didn't turn around when he spoke.<br/><br/>"I'm quick, I'll be fine. Just scouting ahead," he lied.<br/><br/>He twirled the dagger he had in his hand still around his finger for a bit before speaking up again. "So, you don't think we can save the kids? Or you just don't want to?" he asked. He had only half listened to what she said earlier, but he remembered her saying something of the sort.<br/><br/>"Also," he added, finally glancing back at her with one eye, "since when did you start to care what happened to me? I'm not particularly inclined to believe you're suddenly concerned with what happens to us." The way her voice had sounded earlier, it was almost as if she'd like for him to be ambushed and killed.<br/><br/>Then again, she had walked ahead of the others to talk to him. That was something, strange as it was.