[Ah, alas. Lightning continues to prove a tough audience for banter. Thancred sighs, shaking his head as he starts to follow but two steps after and he pauses. It's hard to hear over her graceless tromping, however.]
Hold a moment--
[He lifts a hand (not that he expects her to look back) in signal, tilting his head in the direction he thought he heard something and peering through the brush.]
-shh.
[If she tries to speak, he hushes her but doesn't look her way. Carefully he takes a near silent step or two in that direction, praying Lightning does as bid.]
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Hold a moment--
[He lifts a hand (not that he expects her to look back) in signal, tilting his head in the direction he thought he heard something and peering through the brush.]
-shh.
[If she tries to speak, he hushes her but doesn't look her way. Carefully he takes a near silent step or two in that direction, praying Lightning does as bid.]