[Barnabas' eyebrows raise ever so slightly.]

Time is immaterial, I am simply offering you a chance to reconsider. The moment I leave, Aurora's automatons will likely be upon you. Doubtlessly you hear them.

[Barnabas glances towards the dark hollows between the trees, where distant sounds can be heard. He blinks his gaze back to Knife.]

I have shrouded our presence for now, though such obfuscation will not last forever.