She looked up at the mask guy when he drew her attention, motioning for her to lower her weapon. She had a moment of indecision, then actually looked down at what she had in her hands. She gasped, then replaced the flute in her pockets. She felt around in there and felt the comfortingly cold metal of her little craving knife, and shook her head in embarrassment over having grabbed the wrong thing. But she didn't draw the knife.

She looked back at the mask guy and saw him waving at the leech witch thing. "Easy for you to be so friendly. It hasn't been in your head." She patted the side of her head for emphasis, and suddenly realized that something was missing. "Gah!" She croaked, looking frantically around until she spotted the big reed hat that had been knocked from her head earlier. She dove for it, snatching it up and pulling it down over her head. She squatted there, looking out at the others from between the reeds. It didn't matter. They'd seen everything, hadn't they? Especially the leech witch thing. There was no point now, but she felt naked without it.