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Such was usually the case with those from a world and no ability to see that from another without being in it. Cyrus sighed a bit. Though he knew he was rare, with his mother's gift, in seeing these things. In interacting with these things. He understood why, too. Because this kind of connection outside one world would be too much for most to handle. As she unsheathed her weapon he narrowed his eyes on it, observing it. Then looked away. That could work, he supposed. Oh-she has two, that could certainly maybe work, he supposed. Cyrus continued to watch the woman, giving a nod of his head as she spoke again "Oh yeah. I'm, very tasty. I guess. Hah!" He muttered in a deadpan tone as he was backing away from her, or well, it. The thing trying to eat him.
When she introduced herself he looked over, giving a judgmental look almost "Shay. Hi? I'm Cyrus. I would love not to be stew…" He muttered in a whisper. Turning away then he jumped back into the trees, seeming to disappear. For him, he could still hear the footsteps of the large creature hunting him. Dropping down behind a bush he watched Shay, and the shadow of the creature start to make its way from out of the mist, the trees around it pushing away, pulling from the earth they had been planted in for so long. One particularly large tree was grabbed and then swept out toward them before being released and soaring through the air as if it was tossed like it weighed nothing "I got this. She says."