The sentries' movements go unnoticed, though Rutile does come to their senses and realize that Kit's arm is much softer than their own. They quickly let his wrist go, and shove the chisel back in their pocket.

With one hand they smooth their hair, putting straw-like projects back into place. There's a soft grinding sound of stone on stone as Rutile clenches their teeth. They cannot breathe, so they don't sigh or inhale, and their voice trembles so slightly one could miss it, but when they look back at Kit it is with the focus of an ancient.

"Take me there," they say. Despite trying to recover their composure, their voice still has a frantic edge to it. They're not angry anymore, though, so this is certainly an improvement. "To Aisling Tower, or to where they live, or - wherever they're likely to be."