"We cannot just abandon the old priest. At the very least we should ascertain his fate. Lyla, we don't know these woods, you live here and might know things that might help us. You might not even realize it because everyone here knows such obvious things as Bertha. But we are new here. I, for example, have never been in the proper forest, let alone at night." Quentin admits lowering his gaze.
"I always preferred open spaces of the sea."
He goes out, following the group. This time, he is at the back, letting Dariana track the beast and he'll do his best to protect everyone from an ambush.