Haizea just stares at Fumicq silently after the Wizard tells her that they know. She liked Fumicq, but she didn't fully trust them. This was not an uncommon emotion for Haizea, there's lots of people in this world that she likes but doesn't trust.

Her brow furrows at the invitation. Who would she even bring? Or maybe...

"If we bring everyone, then the Protector will know too. I don't think he'll take kindly to knowin' there's four of us this year," she says with a frown. She's not opposed to letting the cat out of the bag in theory, but she gets the feeling that the Protector is the type to kill first, ask questions later.