The corners of Ursula's lips twitch up into a smile, both at Ferdie's tone and the fact that the phrase 'the older moose told us' is a thing that he just said with a completely straight face, because that's the kind of school they go to. "Well, good. That's good. Maybe-" she cuts herself short, because she's about to say something crazy like 'Maybe next time I can help' and that's just inviting bad luck. And besides, the only thing she could have provided was the occasional eyeroll and sharp remark; not a very useful weapon against a forest hell-bent on kidnapping a bunch of students.

It is a relief though, to be told that it won't happen again. For three years, she's complained about being stuck at camping school and this would be an excellent opportunity to make a case for returning to Port Prep, and the world she'd carefully molded herself to fitting into. Instead, she finds herself thinking of how it'll only be a couple short months before they're all back here again, together. She glances down at her hands, which are fidgeting, but still remain firmly in her personal space, and then back up at Ferdie. "Maybe I could help you here? Until we all have to go? If you don't mind the company."