The knife flicked to Devin's throat for a moment as Zanthe woke up, her hand holding it close but not pressing it in. However, as soon as she opened her eyes, the catfox relaxed, letting her hand drop. "Good morning," she said, slightly swishing her tail. "...Sorry about that. It's a reflex." As she straightened up a little, the blanket she had had draped partly over her shifted, revealing some of her stomach. The fur was red. In addition, it appeared that someone had cut into her left shoulder, but otherwise, most of the blood was not hers. "You were caught in a trap, but Pettle and I freed you..."