[Ellias freezes at Brigitte's indication, stock-still and prepared to flee at the slightest provocation. He can't hear anything though, and never has he so resented his life than at this moment. All those months on the warfront and he still can't--
No. No, wait. He peers, not quite certain, but... and then he stumbles back a step, staring into the undergrowth and laying a hand to Brigitte's arm.]
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No. No, wait. He peers, not quite certain, but... and then he stumbles back a step, staring into the undergrowth and laying a hand to Brigitte's arm.]
There, [He hisses it, eyes wide;] There's something there, there's someone there.