Careful, they emphasize, a slightly louder whistle. They like this strange human. They don't want to see him get eaten. That'd be slightly sad.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow home. Tomorrow Soldier back here home.

It's as much a question as a happy prediction-- and he'd best not oppose, because in the next instant there's an unnervingly close whooshing noise, as though something's just flown right over his head.

Bye, Soldier.