Máire remained still and silent for a long moment, eyes fixed on the woman of the wood. Invisible processes behind her eyes tracking the movement of every wolf and bird "Scribble-Ma'am" kept with her, watching for any sign of reinforcements or attempted deception. Repeated attempts were made to tag everything in Máire's field of vision. Hundreds of tries per cycle and hundreds of cycles over a few hundredths of a nanosecond, only for each tag to vanish nearly the same moment it was applied. Only the tags on Rat and "Scribble-Ma'am" seemed to persist, for whatever reason. Máire narrowed her eyes slightly at the headache she could feel coming on. 

She sighed, and the swords vanished, the cloud of silver dust left in their wake visible only by the faint glimmer of light reflecting off its incalculable specks as they drifted back home, disappearing on contact with Máire's skin. [b][color=#640640]"Fine then,"[/color][/b] Máire relented. [b][color=#640640]"Perhaps she'll stay still this time. I'm getting tired of running blindly."[/color][/b]