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Perhaps had he not been behind her, been more attentive to the emotions of others, he would have noticed the shift in her face or the way her eyes might have been glassy with tears. Who could say those things would have mattered even if he could see, though? He'd never been particularly good with the more emotional ones.

He soaked in the knowledge she shared, trying to organize it all for later use. THERE HAS TO BE A SAFER PATH. . . The words lingered in the air, more of a suggestion than anything else. Truthfully he had no clue if there was a safer path. He was not experienced enough with this place to know. Was she leading them to safety or had he followed her blind rage to a watery grave? I WISH TO APPLY WHAT YOU TEACH ME OUTSIDE OF THE GORGE, IDEALLY. He rumbled softly as he attempted to find a better way out of here.