The Vermix dedicated to cleaning his Traxpire refuses to look up. "Is he issuing our return?"
"Not as I am informed. He comes seeking our status."
"All is as it was," his angry eyes flicker to me. "Nothing has changed."
The other Dofinike cleaning his weapon looks up, glancing between his partner and the small newcomer. "Perhaps he wants a final confirmation all is as it should be before returning."
"It has been," the first growls, raising his Traxpire. "We should have left immediately."
His partner shakes his head. "He believes the Fychu and Blovid will return."
"For her," he aims his weapon at me and I think my heart stops.
"You must not!" the smaller one cries, throwing his talons between us. "She is not to be harmed until - "