Now, about making it to the asylum. Maya glanced in the direction she thought the building was while she aided Brook; she thought she could detect the outline of a building if she looked hard enough. Or it was fanciful illusion and Maya was seeing mirages.

Speaking of, Brook felt lighter than she expected him to be. "You're sure you're fine? Can you walk?" Can you utilize your singing ability to keep the winged creatures at bay should the situation arise? Singing was unlike birdsong, however, though there was a non-zero chance that Brook did know something to that effect. Perhaps they would continue to be lucky. In that case, it was no reason to give up. "Let's continue slowly," she said, turning back to their route.