Silence. A shudder of a breath and her claws knead into his shirt. There's no real wonder why she's keeping quiet on that matter. 'Orphaner' Dualscar? Not the most reassuring person to want to speak to on the matter of a wayward lusus.

Kneading at the base of her horns and being careful not to catch the spiny protrusions, he lets more energy sink into her, trying to reassure her. "I'll bring him back to you. Don't worry. Everything will be alright." She makes a soft little snuffling noise and Psiioniic grins. He knows that noise: angry or nervous hedgehog.

"Tho... plain or foretht?" Another snuffle. "Underground." A hesitant pause and she raises her head. Nervousness, pain, and fear has her pupils nothing more than terrified slits amidst all the yellow.