"Of the child can speak at all right now, you should not need to ask. Who in the world wants to be eaten by that thing?" Moro's eyebrow twitched, as his grip tightened on the sword.

"Really, she should be running. Not like half a dozen witchers can't deal with one of these - even if it is a [i]higher[/i] one of these." He half growled at the Fleder, its refusal to answer irking him - and the other witcher's asinine insistence that the child should have her opinion heard adding to it.