The ease of her climb could be contributed at least partially to the special, Fabrikator-made slippers that help her grip the rough surface of the stone, which she is just about always found wearing ever since Jesper replaced them a few months back.

She’s about to say something, her mouth twisting, poised to speak when a that whisper filters through— “Who’s that?” She gasps, glancing around to try to find the source of it. But voice carry in these walls, they could be anywhere, if there were a person attached to it at all.

“There are plenty of things I cannot do,” she assures him with a soft smile, small but still genuine. She nods at his explanation. “Me either… but we should get a move on. This thing stretches on further than I can see.”

As they walk, at least now together instead of alone, Inej glances over at him. “You can make fire, right?”