There was a small twitch around Maxwell's mouth, pulling at his lips, but it was delayed. The act of a smile, rather than one entirely honest.

Playing the part as best as he could, as tired as he was.

"No cliffs, I promise. Unless the Gamemakers have done some significant redecorating in the last day." He led them further into the forest, the trees growing closer together, the path darkening. "No guarantees about the wolves, however."