His eyes narrow as she retreats into the shadows. She has the advantage over him in this respect, his eyes unable to see nearly as well in such darkness. He can track her by her distinct energy, but it's not infallible. Her voice echoes among the trees, making it difficult to know where it was coming from, but he can see those blue points and he moves slowly toward them.

Her taunting words grate at him--ordinarily he would let that slide, even laugh it off, but in the state he's in they jab at him. He continues into the trees, inwardly reciting a calming mantra, his eyes darting.

"Perhaps I'll need to find out for myself how trustworthy that legend is!"