Were she indeed able to see underneath his cloak, she would have seen the fingers of his right hand were curled tightly around the hilt of a long almost needle like dagger of what appeared to be highly burnished silver, the hilt wrapped in a leather of an almost midnight blue colouration. Were she able to look even closer, she would have noticed several small runes etched into both the surface of the blade and the leather that was wrapped around the hilt – but as it was all she would have seen was the outline of his arm underneath the cloak shifting slightly, his body becoming a little more rigid, like a snake readying itself to strike as soon as an assailant showed itself.<br/><br/>‘Perhaps… there shouldn’t have been a branch in the path there, I didn’t command it. Which leaves one of two possibilities – the first being that you somehow influenced the magic and created your own path, or the second being that someone else has used the same magic here recently, and mine picked up on that…’<br/><br/>He almost sounded distant as he spoke, still continuing to follow the path that he had chosen for them as he spoke – almost as if he was putting together the pieces of a puzzle within his head as he did so. ‘Tell me – have you or any of the family ever had an noticeable magical aptitude? Doesn’t have to be something as obvious as pulling rabbits out of hats – perhaps an ability to find others lost things in the most obscure places, or a tendency for what others might call déjà vu?’<br/><br/>It sounded like he was hoping that the former of the two possibilities was going to prove to be the correct one, although it didn’t sound like he was entirely ready to believe it. His general demeanour did lift somewhat once she began to hum – his previously stony face showing a grin as she told him of the songs name. ‘Quite the choice – I can see this journey won’t be as dull as I might have feared’ he said cheerily, although he still looked as if he was on alert for something that might be just out of range.