Despite the danger, the distance from Trench, and the dependence on the people reliant on him in the moment, Mayerling smiles as he continues their flight in the direction Never Mind gave them. What pleasure to fly free in the night, to swoop upward and save them all in the moment without spilling a drop of blood. He hears the talk, but that too is music to his ears. Weirdness and wonder.

Focusing on the land beyond their immediate group, Mayerling focuses his hearing and sense of smell on the ground blocked by trees. There's no sign the beasts follow them particularly. He flies until he can sense them no longer and some besides.

Quietly, he directs his voice down to the others. "Does anyone detects any immediate dangers below?" Mayerling asks. Far be it from him to assume they lack their own unique gifts.