Had she heard correctly? Xalia was guessing at best, but if she didn't know, she would have thought that he was stuck. True enough, she could see the tip of a boot from under the bush that sealed away her little alcove. After some tugs, the owner of the boot sat down on the ground, from the sounds of it. The witch started to breath, slowly. Perhaps she was the one who was the predator! There wasn't much that Xalia could do with a hostage, admittedly, but it was still a better option than praying to a murdered god that she stay hidden.

With as little disturbance as she could make, Xalia opened her satchel and pulled out a small knife. It was more suited for cutting fruits and plants than it was for cutting flesh, but it was still a sharp weapon. Carefully, the witch placed the wooden handle into Junedith's open palm. The girl, as though she were shocked by the wall behind her, jerked to life. Her small hand tightened around the knife, and she poised herself on the balls of her feet at the entrance of their hole.

"Catch them. Try not to harm them," Xalia said, under her breath. Junedith did not acknowledge that she heard the command, but rather jumped out of the hole. It was rather awkward, as the child had to adjust herself sideways once in sight, but she had surprise with her and knelt on the man's chest with the knife against his neck, completely expressionless. Xalia crawled out after her, a moment later, and kneeled next to the man's head. She grinned down at him. "What can you offer me?"