Everest squinted, raising an eyebrow. Was he supposed to suddenly not be mute? How was he supposed to answer?
Suddenly, a niche walked out from where Everest had been looking. You immediately recognized them as the forest niche, but this time there seemed to be pretty reddish leaves in their fur. "They were helping me." They say calmly, motioning towards string lines all around themselves that mostly were very light cuts.