Inric stands awkwardly, looking towards where the argument is taking place. He keeps one hand on Copper's head, but the bookwyrm is sticking close. "I'm not -" Tiero's voice is panicky - "I wouldn't -" "Tiero!" "No - Tanis -" and Prytanis is leaning over the boy. Inric transfers to the nearby tree, a convenient support. He can see the altercation more clearly now, the looming menace of the cleric and the two young people facing him. "Stand aside!" Tiero is clearly afraid, but he doesn't budge from his position. "No!" Close enough. Inric lets go and moves, appearing in front of Prytanis' startled face in the shimmers of displaced air that always accompany a transfer. "That is enough."