The three huntresses listened intently to what the girls had to say, though their faces seemed to grow slightly confused and unsure as they spoke. Since the girls did not argue against the accusation, the tribal women ran with the assumption that the trio were in fact spirits of some sort. They did not understand what sort of “battle” they could’ve been in or why they would need to seek shelter among the tribe, but, hesitantly, they seemed to be willing to allow the girls in. “If it is shelter you seek, we may be able to provide…” the leader replied, her eyes slowly drifting towards Muse. “Does your… guide, need to be carried…?”