Tristan smiles warmly to Arkain, "I forgive you. You're alright, aren't... you..." The hare felt a sence of paranoid dread wash over him and he looked around the room. He didn't seem to blame the other two for this feeling, but an unseen third party. He padded over to his bedroom and looked around inside, then did the same for the other bedrooms. He couldn't find anything, but nagging at the back of his mind was the instinctual responce to flee from this place. "I-I'm not so sure this place is as safe as I initially thought... Maybe we should look for a way out... But together." He looked to Ritter, then Arkain, "Right?"