"Almost seems like they're testing us. Giving us enough information to combat the infected moles, but not lending a hand beyond that."

It doesn't sit completely right with Theseus. He's fine with it right now because it's Newt and him on this mission and they're both experienced wizards, but he didn't see any age requirement for taking on these 'quests.' Do these Wilders actually accept anyone that's willing to sign up?? There's children here for Merlin's sake and Theseus can't even imagine sending them on something like this no one tell him about their world's future and Harry Potter.

"I'll be careful. Make sure you do the same." Theseus replies, concern flickering in his eyes as an image of Newt wounded and infected by these moles appears briefly in his mind. It makes his chest tighten, but he can't let himself be pulled into that mindset; it won't help him concentrate and Theseus doesn't want Newt to be distracted by him. He can already tell that he's upset about killing these moles and the Auror isn't about to push more weight onto him.

"We do."

Theseus looks at his brother for a few seconds and puts a hand on his shoulder, gripping it in comfort, before making his way out into the fields.