"I'll gouge out your heart if you don't answer my riddle correctly!"
There was anger and impatience in the sphinx's tone.
'Rout,' began Newt through telepathy, 'do you perhaps know the answer?'
'T-Telepathy?!' Rout quickly regained his composure when Newt glared at him upon his abrupt shudder. 'If you are in my mind, then I'm assuming you can talk to Averie too. For now, make her calm down and act like she's thinking for an answer.'
'She can hear you. We three are linked up right now.'
'That makes things easier. You heard me, Averie. Set aside your hate towards me for a while and cooperate if you want to survive.'
Before speaking, the damsel in distress let out a deep sigh, releasing as much anxiety and frustration she could deject.
"Wait," putting her hand out, "how am I going to think if you are going to threaten me and speak while I'm racking my brain?"
The sphinx was understanding.
