His eyes never left the boy. Aside from blinking and tipping his head to one side, Francœur was still. Observing was all he did. He did not help; Jericho made it clear that he did not want that.

His mandibles twitched as Jericho motioned to him. Those subtle movements accentuated his expressions. It began as the surprise of having the boy communicate to him, to the curious expression as he worked out what Jericho meant. There were no spoken words, yet he understood. He nodded once. He would wait there. Exactly what he was waiting for, he did not know and he did not ask, but he would wait.