His thoughful wanderings disturbed, Fodor keeps his eyes looking ahead as he replies to Cyrial in a low voice. " If we are being followed, then we may just have to live with it, " he whispers, which seems rather peculiar for him. " If we were not in some mysterious forces playground, I would probably be inclined to kill it or drive it off, but here it could probably be easily replaced, and at worst make our captor, or captors, unpredictable. However, it is good to know we are being observed, and the means of that observation might tell us something that will be useful later. "
Pausing for a quick sidelong glance at the Shadar-Kai, he says, " Don't worry about tell the others for now. It would be too conscpicuous. "