[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak's eyes narrowed at her slightly, wishing she could at least play her hostage role up a little bit better than that for her own sake, but he kept his mouth closed tightly while she offered her recollection of the events. Like a string pulling taut, his muscles went rigid at the mention of the trespassers-get-fed rule because he was fairly certain he'd explicitly told her not to bring that up, but here they were. "Thanks for.. that," he muttered, dry, "I'm sure Lionstar appreciated your WindClan-esque, long-winded explanation of how you became a hostage." He cuffed a paw at the stray bedding and cleared his throat, eyes falling on the leader once again to inquire, "So, uh, what do you think? I know she's..." Fawnsqueak's nose wrinkled just slightly as he lacked the words to politely describe Flowerpaw, a complication that caused him to dismiss that train of thought. "Well, she's here now. Do you want to... I don't know, give her back to WindClan, or...?" There was a pause. "I mean, if WindClan actually still exists."

@RedHead