Shenyo merely nodded to her as she spoke. His eyes were narrowed and watching the spot where Vlad had been, fists still clenched tightly. Against one Shenyo had the upper hand. Though those few days prior showed how their numbers could overcome him, or almost anyway. This had been their best chance to take them out individually.<br/><br/>Lydia had stopped talking for a few moments, busy tidying herself up. "Shut up." Shenyo snapped, starting to walk away. "I don't need to hear that." His body began to move to the west, away from where they had come from the village. As he moved away from her his tail seemed to gesture for her to follow, even though he continued to have half a conversation with himself.<br/><br/>It was a nasty conversation, at least the half that she heard. Otherwise oblivious to her Shenyo's words dripped with hate and anger at the one who haunted him. Occasionally he would stop and pause, the only movement from his body being his tail swaying gently back and forth. When it eventually reached and found Lydia he seemed to stir again, walking forward slightly calmer each time. At points he would hold her gaze, a sadness in his eyes, before looking away with fresh anger and yelling at the voice to stop once more.<br/><br/>It was hours later of this back and forth, his tail urging Lydia to continue to follow as they made their way through the thick forest. Shenyo wasn't exactly being quiet, but sound couldn't have traveled too far in that environment. Eventually he found himself sitting down on a rock, hands on his knees, silently staring at a slow moving stream in front of them.