[ Sylvain's head is already tipped back, palm held up high to stretch the reach of the flame as far as he can. Looking for that proverbial roof. He's not seeing it. ]
You don't see sky up there anywhere, do you?
[ Shit. He really doesn't like this. ]
Some sort of cave, maybe? Can you hear anything? [ His ears are still ringing as they'd been since he'd woken, and he shakes his head briefly in an attempt to clear it. It lessens - a little - but doesn't disappear entirely. ]
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You don't see sky up there anywhere, do you?
[ Shit. He really doesn't like this. ]
Some sort of cave, maybe? Can you hear anything? [ His ears are still ringing as they'd been since he'd woken, and he shakes his head briefly in an attempt to clear it. It lessens - a little - but doesn't disappear entirely. ]