"We're not getting caught," is Ellis' only contribution, made is an undertone.

He's fallen back to what feels like a respectful distance, so who can say whether anyone else has heard or if it's a resolution solely for his own benefit?

Either way, two pairs of eyes have swung in their direction. There's a flickering of curiosity, the kind that may or may not translate into an initiated conversation. May or may not include questions. Ellis' attention shifts to Wysteria, trying to gauge whether or not they should be picking up the pace. He can't very well set the speed of their walk from his present position, supposedly deferential at the rear of their party.