"You!" Ithel whirls to glare at Inric. "What do you want?!" "Don't follow Ffion and Ellis." More than ever, Inric feels frustrated at his lack of language, but his vocabulary is still sadly limited and it just isn't possible to communicate as he would prefer. "Why are you interfering?" Ithel demands. "They're my cousins. I'll talk to them if I want! I'm not going to hurt them! I just need the book." He takes a step down, towards Inric. "My gran - I can't go back without it! Don't get in my way!"