Hushedfly just shrugs when Thistle asks about the mites. Well, she supposed that assessment was accurate enough.

"I knew we went too far north.." Hushedfly softly says.

Then she sees the badger people. She started to get a little nervous. She could probably hide from them easily enough, but Thistle would probably stick out.

She messages: 'Um. So you don't think we'd make them angry if we were just sitting here, right??'