This night? Probably not. There are good forces at play too.

[The "but" hangs silently within the air. He follows Ain's gaze, holding his cheesecake bite within his hand but not yet moving to take another bite. His stomach churns uneasily even as he thinks about what might linger in the trees, ever watching.]

That doesn't mean something can't interrupt. That the Forest can't track us down again. [He taps his foot against the ground, lower hands fiddling with one another.]

You won't meet a soul that won't be willing to help but. It's not fair that they have to do it.