Xaljim makes a confused expression, just how little did the Protector tell the knights? How little did anyone share with the animal companions? Just how many gaps of knowledge were there among all these unreliable narrators?

"They haven't gotten out since this all started." He confirms, nodding before he looks over at Sxicq who is now utterly demolishing a stack of bacon.

"But that doesn't mean we haven't spoken." He adds.