Albali's eyes flick around the group again. "Let them go." Her voice doesn't reach more than speaking volume, but like Gorun's it seems too loud. "Let them go," she begins again in more of a stage whisper. "We need rest more than meals, and far more than we need one of them to start shouting, don't we? Unless you've changed your mind about assaulting the temple now, or would rather they assaulted us." She took a few looming steps toward the dryad held by Eiyre. "They won't bother us again, will they? Will you?" And with a more questioning tone back at Kaheksa, "Will they?"