Apprehension lies not in if she'll be able to slip through. It's in what may spring forth unbidden. He's no desire to end this little excursion with a pike through her skull because of some twisted labyrinth designed to fuck with them.
She clears the spear tips—scraped and bleeding, but alive. Standing. Best they can ask for given the circumstances. He doesn't ask if she's all right, though there's a sweep of his gaze over her, he practiced look of someone who's learned to identify injuries from a distance.
Then he turns. Barbed trap behind, what lies ahead is...
More darkness and tight corridors. He wipes the blood off his palms on the leather of his trousers. Genuinely wishes for his sword in hand but unwilling to risk what may happen if he tries to summon forth a blade in this state.
Besides. There's something they both must be thinking. They've just not said it out loud.
"This place doesn't give a shit which direction we choose."
And yet, he continues to walk. It's drawn on his emotions, his memories, once already. If they stop and his thoughts overtake him, he's not certain the outcome would be any better.
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She clears the spear tips—scraped and bleeding, but alive. Standing. Best they can ask for given the circumstances. He doesn't ask if she's all right, though there's a sweep of his gaze over her, he practiced look of someone who's learned to identify injuries from a distance.
Then he turns. Barbed trap behind, what lies ahead is...
More darkness and tight corridors. He wipes the blood off his palms on the leather of his trousers. Genuinely wishes for his sword in hand but unwilling to risk what may happen if he tries to summon forth a blade in this state.
Besides. There's something they both must be thinking. They've just not said it out loud.
"This place doesn't give a shit which direction we choose."
And yet, he continues to walk. It's drawn on his emotions, his memories, once already. If they stop and his thoughts overtake him, he's not certain the outcome would be any better.