Akaiji instantly offered to carry Hui's bags and carried them the entire way, of course. But once they reached the forest itself, he did not remain his normal irratic and irratic blabbering self at all. He just stared off into the wilderness. Silently. Blankly.
Could he see something that their human eyes could not? If he did, it would have been as much of a blessing as a curse.
He said nothing, and only followed, eyes ever open, pincers ever on the defensive.