[She, too, moves closer to him. There was motion, and then pitch blackness... no, that wasn't good. She whispered her reply.]
A bit. A little.
[Her grip on her knife is much tighter now, and she's listening intently for any motion that's not her or Scratch. And staring intently for any faint outlines that her unnatural sight may detect.]
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A bit. A little.
[Her grip on her knife is much tighter now, and she's listening intently for any motion that's not her or Scratch. And staring intently for any faint outlines that her unnatural sight may detect.]