Reece can just barely see the Moose. He doesn't think Micah's spotted it. That's fine. His wand is half-raised defensively, but something about - whatever it just did to them - makes him feel like a wand wouldn't be much use anyway. He lowers it a fraction.

"I don't know," he says, grabbing on to Micah's arm when he grabs his jacket. "Can we go back to the Lodge now?" The please is implied, and he wishes he was capable of being a little more forceful.