Ah. Seeing them get close enough and be illuminated was remarkably creepy! The feathers on the back of Julien's neck rouse. He lowers them again, consciously, though he knows most people don't pick up well on avian body language.

Well, they don't seem immediately hostile, anyway. "I helped her break a rule and we got caught by wolves," he says ruefully. "They threw us down here."

He's reminded of a couple of the servants, on the carnie's arrival. One had had wooden arms and another had had four. Is it coincidence that this person has both? He shelves that thought for later.