Even when he's on high alert, Myr can't quite repress his curiosity about what Sina's doing. Only the vaguest shape of the spell is obvious to him--along with the faint sounds as the vine grows up and entangles the cage, a noise he can't make heads nor tails of. He spares only a fragment of his attention for that; the rest's on the night beyond the half-open warehouse door, and the sounds of Kit's scuffle with the guard. What if it attracts attention? What if they'd missed something and there's another guard about? What if--

Kit's return cuts off that anxious speculation. Myr relaxes his guard the instant he recognizes his friend's returning tread, returning his hilt to his belt and waiting for the other man to speak up.

"Good. You're going to call for reinforcements?" He'll give Kit a moment to answer, before continuing: "If I could get your help with the corpse, before they arrive--"

He doesn't want to disturb it, doesn't want to get near it, but there might be something on the body to tell them more about the monsters responsible for what had happened here.

"--once we've got the little ones as comfortable as they can be made." He turns his face in Sina's direction again, as if looking toward her. The worry in his expression isn't all for the kids' sake.