Cash latched onto everything Ford was saying; otherwise, it may well just become white noise, and that wouldn't help him at all. The Forbidden Forest. He didn't like the idea of Ford being there — obviously — but didn't trust himself to conjure a good argument against it. There was a marker, but then there wasn't, and now he was trying a finding spell. Cash sighed, and was actually settled by it this time — some of the nerves had been drawn out of him, if only because he was running out of ways to sputter the word werewolf? repeatedly.
After a beat, he said, "And you're sure we have to get it back. Not just leave it buried."
After a beat, he said, "And you're sure we have to get it back. Not just leave it buried."
MJ made this!