Sam had ignored Dorothea, tried focusing on her work with the knots around August's hands. The only time her hands stopped working was when the sounds of leaves rustling ad something sharp dragging against stone filled her ears. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine and fear stabbed at her. She could feel a whimper rising up her throat and swallowed it, forcing herself not to make a sound until August was untied. 

He moved immediately when his sword was back in his hand. Sam turned as he propelled forward, toward the bushes, and she could hardly breath as she watched the swing of his sword... Then something leaped from the bushes, making her jerk back, away from the pale thing before it vanished again, away from the blade. Sam had let out a startled cry when the thing had appeared, and she clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle anymore noises. She was breathing very hard through her nose as she watched where the creature had appeared with wide eyes.

Dorothea's weight on her shoulder only provided her the tiniest bit of comfort as she moved closer to August and his sword. All her unease and doubts about him had vanished when that thing had shown its face. Her gaze swiveled around as the clicks and creaks from presumably more of those things filled the air like a horrible song. She was aware of both Dorothea and August speaking but their words hardly registered. All Sam could hear was the chorus of the creatures getting louder, and now the sounds of claws was distinct. She didn't even want to think about how many more of them were surrounding them.

She lowered her hand from her mouth and her breathing was shaky and uneven. "What was that thing?" Sam could barely whisper, not wanting to make a noise loud enough to rile them. "And how do we get away?"