"I’m bloody serious," he pressed, as Sly shook her head. "Just toddle off into the sunset. It’s better than getting splattered—which is what'll happen if you stick around; you know that, Sly. Travel light, get rid of all liabilities"—the elf glared at Falcon, and the young Amerindian knew exactly what he was getting at—"and go. " Sly was silent for a moment. Watching her eyes, Falcon could almost see the thoughts moving behind them as she considered Modal’s suggestions. "Maybe," she mused softly.