What I can the little jay sings back in an oddly grim tone. At this point, her options are fairly limited, but if the opportunity arises to help...

Well. She'll be the first ground-bound bird defense corps. With her fearsome beak... nevermind. Maybe she can learn how to wail like a banshee. When in doubt, sound larger than you are. At this point, most anything would do.

Carefully she digs her claws into the soft fabric of Moiraine's dress and waits for the ride to begin.