[ string instruments? Lupin recognizes them, but he doesn't recognize that huge dark cloud, nor any possible source of them -- it's unsettling, to be honest. However, even if he's never seen or heard this before, he has one very good guess on what's happening; when Cairn shoves their clothes into his arms, his thoughts may as well be confirmed. Immediately, his expression hardens, although it's mostly worry.
Worry, despite the fact that Cairngorm has been doing this for a hundred years. He doesn't understand what they're fighting, and he hasn't seen them fight enough themselves to feel entirely at ease. He could ask if they'll be okay, but he knows they'd just brush him off for trying - all he can do is frown, and hope they've got this covered. ]
-- Watch yourself. Is there anything I can do to help?
[ probably not... but he's not used to having to be protected. ]
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Worry, despite the fact that Cairngorm has been doing this for a hundred years. He doesn't understand what they're fighting, and he hasn't seen them fight enough themselves to feel entirely at ease. He could ask if they'll be okay, but he knows they'd just brush him off for trying - all he can do is frown, and hope they've got this covered. ]
-- Watch yourself. Is there anything I can do to help?
[ probably not... but he's not used to having to be protected. ]