[ Besides her eyes, darting from Noelle's face, to the woods, to the shadows there, Natasha doesn't move. It's an unnatural, practiced stillness, a way of holding herself. ]
I don't know.
[ She can't see whatever it is that made the sound, but her eyes are only human, and cannot penetrate the woods. ]
I didn't see anyone else on the path. [ Not the way she came, anyway. Maybe Noelle saw something she didn't. ]
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I don't know.
[ She can't see whatever it is that made the sound, but her eyes are only human, and cannot penetrate the woods. ]
I didn't see anyone else on the path. [ Not the way she came, anyway. Maybe Noelle saw something she didn't. ]