[ Thancred is hearing Himeka slurp behind him as he moves, hopping from one platform that's still above the line of rising ooze to another. In some cases they'll have to make longer jumps, or even ready with running starts, but the two of them are used to navigating dungeons in various forms of disrepair. This might not even be the strangest place they've explored.

As for the slurping, he's just going to do his best to ignore it. He can't stop her from consuming the pink sludge unless he watches her like an ahriman, and he doesn't have the luxury of doing so right now. This is the Horizon, so it likely won't do her any harm.

Probably.

It's not Eisftide, then. As he'd guessed. Thancred already has a fairly solid theory, and he finds it hard to believe that Himeka wouldn't have drawn the same conclusions. At her pointed question, he pauses on the top of a van, turning back to her for a moment as he draws a hand back through his hair. ]

Well, I had a strangely vivid dream wherein I saw a figure. A being of some kind. Adelwyrd, I knew its name to be. After that, it felt as if every invasive thought about my own shortcomings was assaulting me at every turn. Not as they usually would, mind you. [ He says this in a lighthearted tone, not wanting to worry her. ] On top of that, it seems like I'm having an effect on people around me, at least in the real world. Wherein they feel a need to reveal a secret to me.

[ Which checks out for him, but this isn't the same. He knows it isn't. Especially with the way those secrets seem to oddly invigorate him. It's uncomfortable more than anything else. ]