Daine sighs, and Coromotto looks politely baffled. "She can't speak aloud when she's in a shape," he explains patiently, as if it's a conversation he's had many times before. "But I can always speak for us, so it hardly matters."

Privately (or, well, to Coromotto), Daine thinks it's rather a pity that Cascia isn't a bat. This would be the perfect time for one; she could scout ahead, and hear more keenly than a goat or a wolf could - at least in terms of high pitches. But it'd be in poor taste to criticize. Instead, Coromotto says, "We don't know how it works," with a tonal sort of shrug. Then, at Daine's urging, "We should keep moving. These woods aren't safe."