Evian blinked once as Celandine rushed off, hoofed feet rapping sharply against the stone of the streets and alleys. For about half a moment he considered letting her rush off alone, but that thought was discarded almost as soon as it crossed his mind. He didn’t have it in him to let someone possibly get hurt when he could do something about it - and with as naive and innocent as this girl seemed to be, he was absolutely certain that someone would take advantage of her if they found her. Her idea of blending in better was to make a jumper… With a shake of his head, Evian took off after the girl, his boots much quieter than her hooves as the leather soles beat upon the ground.

He turned a corner in time to see the girl start climbing up a ladder, only to freeze suddenly, her eyes locked onto something a few inches from her face. His brow furrowed as he peered at the spider, which was clinging to the outside of a window, on the other side of the rungs of the ladder. The thing was fairly large - not nearly as large as the abomination he’d murked in the forest, but still almost as big as a normal dinner plate. For a sheltered girl who had clearly not often left wherever she called home, he wasn’t surprised that she was startled by its sudden appearance.

“And this is one of the many reasons we don’t just run into dark alleys, little miss.” He drawled out as he slowly, cautiously approached. He couldn’t see enough to tell if this particular spider was venomous, but he wasn’t keen to find out by it biting Celandine and hurting her. “I’d suggest very carefully backing back down, you might be near that thing’s nest.” Even as he said that though, he was picking up a large piece of masonry that had fallen from one of the walls near them. It wouldn’t be as easy as shooting with his bow, but if he had to chuck the rock at the spider, he’d be able to hit it easily enough. The muscles in his arm tensed up as he readied himself - if it attacked, he’d have to hit it before it bit Cel. He didn’t happen to have antidotes on hand.