Matias would have slung more insults were it not for Midnight saving the day. He flinched, his hands floating towards his mouth as he failed to say what he wanted to say. Oleander was nearing their breaking point, but some heavy breathing kept them more or less stable. Although the shadows didn't keep them from speaking, it pressed their mask's proboscis against their face and chest, a biting pain afflicting the latter.

"UNDERSTOOD, LADY MIDNIGHT," they signed despite all odds.