Felicity stiffens at the sound of a voice and keen eyes might notice these is a certain weight in the sleeve of her black cardigan, where her wrist is. And just as quickly, its gone as she meets his gaze. Shes quiet and the silence is heavy, like it won't break... until she finally speaks. Her voice sound like she's trying to sound sharper than she is.

But the subtle presence of at least three knives on her would show that any softness is a lie, not unlike how the air around her feels electric.

"Alright. We just need to get back to the Grove."