He does it. Kell actually rolls his eyes. Did he expect answer? Actually, yes. Apparently that's too big an ask for the devil. How wrong he was to think otherwise. Thing is, not two days has passed from their frantic escape after a month of horror. He really doesn't have patience for Lucifer's moods.

"Fine." he spats. "Sulk all you want."

Kell turns to Kyle instead.

"We're a small group. Just a few of us got out. If you have contact with the rest of the search team, tell them they still need to break into this cursed cave and free the rest. And tell them to better hurry. I have no idea what the Acolytes were planning for us before we bolted, but nothing pleasant for sure."

Kell barely finishes speaking when he has to grab the nearest tree trunk to steady himself. Suddenly, he feels weak, heart pounding, his breath shallow. He holds to the tree for dear life waiting for the strange sensation to pass. He can't let himself relax, lest he collapses of exhaustion. He needs to hold it together just a little longer. They're not entirely out of danger. There's cold, and wolves, and Acolytes hunting them.

Speaking of Acolytes. Kell makes an effort to steady his breath. He doesn't want the Acolytes to hear his voice shaking.

"What do you plan to do with this one?" he asks Kyle.