As he conducts Iris down the hall, sticking to the shadowed edges, there's a moment where the thrill of it rises from something other than sneaking around and swiping what isn't theirs to take. It has something to do with the absolute trust Iris yields to him by stepping into his shadows, trading his sight for Wilhelm's guidance.

He lets that strange thought slide away, his focus narrowing on the task of getting away. Soon, they're back in the spacious main corridor where they began. Wilhelm holds his shadows around them for a few more loping paces before letting the darkness recede. Then, a few minutes and a dozen totally casual, not at all furtive glances later, they're pouring through the door to their room. Wilhelm lets go of the laugh he's been holding in since the hallway.

"Shit," he sighs gleefully. As if they've just pulled off the heist of the century, rather than finger a few treats.