[ She grimaces, a look of disgust appearing on her features at the thought of touching the substance on the rocks. ]

I don’t think you need to worry about me touching that. [ And soil her gloves? She’d pass.

Whether or not Hilda would ever admit it, being prepared for anything was a state of being back home. One had to be ready at a moment’s notice to pack up, go, fight. It had been tireless and exhausting, but like anything else she reluctantly did, it had become second nature. Hilda would have thought that her body would return to a normal state of calm after being away from the war for several months. That was certainly not the case. Her body remembered what that felt like and had quickly thrust her mind into survival mode.

By the time Daisy moves, the torch powered by some form of New Magic, illuminates some of the cavern in front of them. It’s impossibly dark, almost as if the light has no effect. It’s certainly not comforting, but Petra’s presence beside her is. The sound of their footfalls bounce off the walls and she nods, shining the light just ahead of them. ]

There’s more of that stuff on the walls here too. [ She frowns, casting a look towards Alucard and Petra. ] Does that look smeared to you?