The creature hissed at her words - an offence to his entire race! - and turned to slide away without another word to her. That he was responsible for her care meant he'd be back; but not that he'd listen to her treacherous words. His was a proud race, not entirely unlike humanity, and to be told they are as bad as warm-bloods... Well, if the elder heard it she'd have been lunch. It was only because Sak-Bak half believed it that his response was to leave, and not to hit out at her.<br/><br/>He slunk off toward his own pallet of a bed without a backward glance, though he didn't get much chance to sleep; rather he just lay there, dozing and considering her words. She had a point, and this party did little for him.. Things at home were different, but the war party had it's own rules and he didn't much like any of them. Hell, he was responsible for the human; where was the honour in that?<br/><br/>So, in the very pit of the very darkest recesses of night - when the entire camp was asleep save a few guards a short way into the forest, and the only light were a couple of flickering torches - he slithered back to the side of her cage. His hand reached between the bars to curl around her mouth to silence her while wakening her. He didn't need her mute, but nor did he want her rousing the rest of the came. "Tts! Shush, little warmblood!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>