Ah, she could not help but be amused by the way the other woman looked about, bewildered perhaps to find herself in such a spot. Or at least, Beltane saw it as such. Hadn't she been aware of where she was? In Iromar, the bogs, the mud. Had she thought herself somewhere else? It made her lip twitch up in amusement as her eyes lazily followed the gaze of the other. But when her response came, Beltane was surprised to find her in such a panic - tell Blackthorne? Leave?
She did not move to intercept exactly but she did move; she drifted several steps forward, moving beside the other like a shadow as she considered her further. She really did not look as if she belonged. She felt too soft, too warm for such a place.
She swung back around to face Wren then with an expectant look, the only thing that might have clued her into the fact that she really had been asking her why after all.