Despite the severity of the situation, Tenebrae couldn't help the chuckle that escaped.

"There's no use crying over spilled milk." Tenebrae looked around, padding toward an area where there were a few dead birds. He sniffed the blood, his tone becoming more serious than it was earlier.

"Lady Marta's blood. It's faint, I can smell a small amount of it here. Along with the blood of the birds, and ... another human. A human I don't know. If Lady Marta is safe, I think I can assume there is another human with her. But if not, then ... she and the other human are in danger."