The bird can't argue. She's not a fighter, but those who can, do, and Meteion appreciates that. She also appreciates that she, Liem, and Barnaby should not be privy to any plans that Tristan wants to make.

The less they know...

"I can't drag him out," Meteion says, with a look to the other unconscious Achamite. "We probably ought to move them a bit of a way from here, too."

Give Tristan a proverbial head start, assuming the soldiers he'd whacked even remember what they were doing when they wake back up.