[OoC: Yeah, you are jumping to the worst case scenario when you don't even know if what you've conjured up is even what's going on. ]
The old woman turns to face the direction the Wooden Giant, who's now sitting by the edge of the stream a couple hundred feet away, watching what your group is doing. She raise her hand in the air and waves at him and shouts, "I'm going to try to leave with them. If I don't make it back because I've died or escaped, I hope you'll be well, my friend!"
The giant doesn't move. Just continues to watch.
"No, please... don't stumble over yourself getting emotional," she says in jest. With a sigh she turns to the group and says, "He really does wear his heart on his sleeve..."
The old woman turns to face the direction the Wooden Giant, who's now sitting by the edge of the stream a couple hundred feet away, watching what your group is doing. She raise her hand in the air and waves at him and shouts, "I'm going to try to leave with them. If I don't make it back because I've died or escaped, I hope you'll be well, my friend!"
The giant doesn't move. Just continues to watch.
"No, please... don't stumble over yourself getting emotional," she says in jest. With a sigh she turns to the group and says, "He really does wear his heart on his sleeve..."
