Let us hope not. [That's a thought best left to yourself, Ion. Dist's already worrying, though he does want one of these things to study.

Dist glances over his shoulder when he hears Ion make that pitiful sound and looks away after a moment. He doesn't have bandages in his room, but he is someone who knows the human body very well. Ion would be fine, it wasn't a large wound.]

Hm...I see. That is a possibility. Or merely an accident. We cannot know, but that's unimportant. Until these creatures are exterminated, we are at their mercy. [Meaning they're trapped in their house. Did they have enough food?]