Safira paled visibly at the addition of yet another traveler to this crossroads party. Her pale complexion a stark contrast to her crimson huntress attire. She felt the urge to rummage in her satchel and start working on her alchemy. Tinkering with her mutagens always put her mind at ease. But this wasn't the time nor the place for that. The distressed huntress glanced at Bobbin, the kenku, and his flask of spirits. She wished she could turn to it for courage like he appeared to be doing. But alcohol didn't mix well with her formulas so that wasn't a possibility as well. Safira cast one last wistful glance at the flask and turned her attention to the lady elf. She was inquiring all of them as to their motives for being in this forest.

	[i]No![/i] She wouldn't tell them her reasons. Why should she do that? She'd done the necessary. She'd been polite and given her name. She didn't owe these people anything. Especially her reasons for being in this forest at this time. With each new thought Safira sank deeper and deeper within herself and at the same time her huntress instincts began to surface. Whenever she felt crushed by the weight of social anxiety, she fell back on her more basic instincts. She tuned out the world of people and tuned in to the world of animals and critters. She tried this escape here and now and was abruptly reminded why she was at this forest, on this crossroad, among these people. Because the animals were gone. Or silenced. Or who knew what exactly. As she pondered the conundrum she began muttering under her breath.

	"The animals. No animals. Silence. Where are they? Gone? Or...? Is it this star?" She wasn't really talking to herself. It was just that her thoughts were no longer contained within her mind, but were escaping sotto voce through her lips.