“Whatever floats your boat. Uh, that is, yes if you want.”

So she sings, softly, lullabyeish.

He sleeps.

She wakes him after six hours. "Something go here," she whispers urgently. "It not see us I think -"

He rolls to his feet and draws his wand. "Did you see it? Hear it?"

"See it. That way."

It's super dark; there's starlight but no moon.

"I can't see when there's no sun."

"I can. I can carry you if you need?"

"I can do a - handsun - but then things might see us."

"Do that or I carry you?"

He makes a little light at the tip of his wand; it sheds light maybe ten feet, by human eyesight, and a thousand, by Elf eyesight.

The thing is too far away for him to see clearly by that light, but the thing makes a weird shrieking noise in response.

"Sorry," he says back to it. "We're just passing through, and we're not very tasty."

"You can do that?" she murmurs.

The thing shrieks again.

"It's pretty unlikely she speaks English but hey, one can try, right? We're the ones're not supposed to be here."

"I - it's - Tyelcormo can do that," whispers Ambela.

(Shriiiiiek!)

"I get on really well with animals but we're not - it's a weird thing about people, really, that talking at them makes them put their shells on and be civilized no matter how much it hurts them, most things don't think that sounds like a good deal."

The thing approaches close enough to see. It's a sheep-sized monster, with wings for back legs it's tottering along on and claws all the way down its forelegs like sharp fringe. It has eight eyes. It shrieks again.

- well, okay. Is it gonna let them keep walking or no.

Its posture is hard to read, since it is a space alien.

"I carry you?" she offers again. "Go away from it?"

"- okay."

She scoops him so he can look and presumably cast spells over her shoulder. The thing shrieks again. She takes off at a brisk jog perpendicular to its approach. It doesn't follow.

This is a little bit awkward but only a bit. 

Eventually she sets him down.

"I guess I'll want to sleep in trees or something."