CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
She probably should have noticed sooner that Newkit had finally busted out. It had been too quiet, after all, and if the town wasn't wrangling Ares or preventing a natural disaster from unmanaged powers, then by god there was something to wrestle with. But not today, at least, not in the beginning. It was pretty still, nothing out of place or out of order. And that should have been red flag number one.

In the process of making her rounds of haunting the place, Arrow had inevitably stumbled upon the escaped baby convict, but it didn't quite click immediately that he was absolutely not where he was supposed to be by order of his old man. Maybe it was because he was still pretty close to the entrance, or because her mind absolutely did not expect him to make it out, so "Newkit is now outside the confines of the town" wasn't a thought that manifested, because why should it? "Mornin', kiddo." The ghost greeted casually, stepping around the small child as her eyes focused on a bird that landed on a branch above, shaking more water droplets from the leaves as the perch shook slightly under the round little avian's weight. One of the drops fell through her nose, causing her to scowl at one of the constant reminders that she lacked a solid form. She still had yet to figure out how Beck managed.

"Strollin' around outside too, you two? It's best after a nice rain-"

If there could have been any sound affect to pair with the abrupt stop in her tracks, a brake screech would have been perfect. She muttered the single word "outside" quietly, then whipped her head around as the realization hit. "Wait-" Arrow looked at the kit, then behind him where the entrance to the Tanglewood camp was, then back at Newkit, not disappointed or upset in the slightest, just incredibly confused, and a little impressed, if she was being honest. "You finally broke out, you little rebel."

If anyone understood the struggles that her brother had gone through with Newkit, it was Moth. Having her own child that had trouble getting around the territory of Tanglewood, she knew that it was hard to figure out when the time would be right for the child to do things on their own, especially if they wanted so badly to do it already. From a familial stance, Moth still worried for New, worried that he would harm himself if he managed to push it too far, but it seemed as though pushing it was a common thing in their family, for Moth knew that both Aurum and herself had done so in the past. It just couldn't be helped sometimes.

From a medical stand, however, Moth knew that Newkit was ready to begin whatever the next part of his adventure would be, starting with, at some point, leaving the town that the tanglers called home. She just hadn't had the time to figure out how she would have said that to either of the boy's parents. But it seemed as though she wouldn't have to, for as she walked out the town she saw the forms of three bodies, one much smaller than the other two, and she would carefully move forward, offering a short smile to those there. She would have liked New's first time to be accompanied by someone, but there were others there now so it was fine, he seemed fine for the most part at the very least. "How do you like it New?" The reaper would ask, looking down on her nephew for a moment before looking back over the territory. "First time I saw the swamp I thought it was disgusting, but now I love it."