[Eda's obvious exasperation - with the situation, Rue assumes, more than with them - has the owlbear's own expression shifting into one of matching apprehension, their beak clicking with worry.

And oh, what a worry it is.]

Oh. [Rue's claws grasp together in front of them, their posture straightening, fully composed even in their unease.] I see. However we've all managed to arrive to this place, we are just - [a beat, a careful, thoughtful beat.] We are all trapped together. So there is no hope in returning back to Faerie at this time?

[It's distressing, certainly, but besides a little pinch between their feathery brows, Rue seems to be handling the news as well as can be.] I admit the timing couldn't have been better.