While the half-elf is busy answering Xarithe, Albali stabs a finger up at the branch where Ain lingers. "If you will not come with me," she whispers, "then make yourself useful, naughty thing. Check the trees to see that we haven't roused any attention, and then to the road, will you?" The raven replies with a haughty, hissing caw only loud enough to be heard through her return message, but stretches his wings and beats the air to do as he was bidden, with grumbles in Elven about sleep and his lack thereof.<br/><br/>The witch makes a sour face at Xarithe's plans involving the children. It is strange enough to her that she'd care about the children - usually when she thought of the children of Kajaani, it was either as annoying or a source of income mending broken limbs in time for them to get back to their chores - strange enough that she questioned her motives, and if she wasn't just sour with the druid about how eager he'd been to crawl off with the Eiyre and the fairy. After all, the reason she'd been pushed out of her rut to join this little group had to with destroying the cult, and nothing with the children. But she felt a sense of maternal protectiveness well up inside her. These children were from -her- town. They -weren't- an afterthought. She bit her tongue, though, resolving not to argue but to make certain she kept her own priorities focused. On the children.<br/><br/>So, outwardly she ignored Xarithe entirely, and waited her turn for questions to go around through the others before she lined up hers, counting them off on her fingers. "What is your sister capable of, and how can we most effectively counter her? What of the other three? And could you sketch out a map of this temple and the access to the altar room. Perhaps if we focus on the cultists, you would be able to lead the children back to safety here? I'd hate to see some stray firebolt trap them inside, or a growing mantis collapse the temple on top of their exit."