He was still mad, still bitter, but said nothing more, even after both hunter and scribe snapped at him. He knew even his sister was irritated by his remark, but he was stubbornly not sorry. It was true, anyhow; let 'em be mad.

His hand was still linked with Morwen's, though part of him wanted to pull away from her. He was sick of the pitiful act, like they couldn't do anything for themselves. He didn't [i]want[/I] to go with this stupid hunter, who'd probably gut them if he ever found out what they were. It was stupid.

Even still, He didn't pull away from his sister. He glowered at the ground sightlessly and bit his tongue to avoid snapping out some other smartass remark. Dropping his hand away from Spot, He allowed Morwen to lead the way, even if he didn't agree with He decision.