[ He pulls a face and throws his arms out at that incomprehensible answer—not so scared he can't mug for a nonexistent crowd—then does as he's told. He takes a few slow, steady steps backwards, breath streaming out like smoke, until he's determined he's far enough away to turn tail and...well, running doesn't seem especially advisable, so he crunches down the path at a kind of trot.
When the path starts to narrow, the trees growing thicker, he risks a glance over his shoulder. ] Are you with me?
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When the path starts to narrow, the trees growing thicker, he risks a glance over his shoulder. ] Are you with me?