Oh. No. Oh-no, Oh-no

As males were wont to do, the tusked brute assured her that everything would be fine and that there was nothing to worry about. His tone didn't phase her. Was there ever a time when she wasn't being spoken to in a condescending manner? It was the norm for Cambria. The woman fidgeted a bit, digging her toes into the sandy loam beneath them. How could she even begin to explain?

The brute asked straight out about the danger and Bria's mouth hung open for a moment. So many things went flying through her mind. Did she tell the tusked brute about Idris and Mati? Would they want anyone to know where they were? Would she be punished if she mentioned them? The striped fae's stomach was in knots and she felt as though she may very well throw up.

"M-my c-caretakers..." she stammered again. The woman's slender frame shook with nerves and her olive gaze once again scanned her surroundings. "They don't like me talking to strangers." It was as close to the truth as she could manage.

"Cambria"