“I’m telling you I saw them go this way!”

“And I’m telling you I know they wouldn’t go that way” Asema huffed, trudging after Sierra, parasol in hand,

“You’re just rusty from being off-duty so long” Sierra scoffed

“Don’t you start with me I was working for her before your damn mother was an egg” Asema said, the two rushed through the manor’s garden, Sierra leading the man into the woods beyond, “I’m telling you they would have gone the safe way”

“And I’m telling you he’s a damn bird and this is the way a bird would go!” the two continued in silence, Asema following behind the harpy as he made his way through the branches, “So…How did this…?”

“Someone handed off Finch…Quispi must have gotten grabbed”

“But do you know who?”

“No…”

“Don’t you think that bothers him?” Sierra asked, turning to him, “That you haven’t done something about whoever did it? He must know who it is”

“I—I didn’t want to bring it up, he’s had enough trouble dealing with cohabitation, he doesn’t need to remember that day”

“Doesn’t need to remember?! How do you know if whoever it was has been in contact? That would sure as anything bother me more than my uncle not asking”

“What do you expect I do then!?” Asema snapped, fisting his hand in his hair, “I’ve done everything I can think of to make it easier for them”

“We find them, and you ask him” Sierra said, looking at Asema with a stern gaze, “Quispi isn’t going to trust you until you show you can be trusted, anyone can be nice. You have to protect them, you dingus”