"Speaking of which..."
Motan was leaning against the wooden structure around him, carefully maintaining a distance from Double Leaf's chest, which she wasn't particularly protecting. He glanced around this dark, narrow space with confusion and curiosity: "Are we surrounded now?"
Double Leaf chuckled softly, her graceful facial features appearing rather enchanting under the faint glow of the moss: "What, scared?"
"Not really."
Motan shook his head and shrugged: "If it's you, Double Leaf, I'm sure you'll have a solution."
Double Leaf wrinkled her nose, glanced at Motan with obvious displeasure: "You're really no fun, can't you act a little scared at least?"
"For someone else, maybe, since our current situation seems pretty dire no matter how you look at it."
Frank Hughes scooted back again, speaking with a tone both calm and leisurely: "But surely Double Leaf will have a way."
