Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

Another person might be offended, even hurt by the silence.

Another person would keep explaining, would give context to the statement, maybe even pour their heart out into the empty spaces.

But Zephyr isn't that person any more than Daighre is. He doesn't react at all. If anything, he finds it comforting; familiar. The silence makes it easier to dismiss the nostalgia, write it off as weak sentiment and tuck it away somewhere deep in his mind. Eventually it will fester, rot into burning anger — but for now, he puts it out of his mind. He continues to lead his companion through the tunnel until it branches out into a cavern again, this one much smaller and more luminous than the first, yet cast in deeper shadows at the edges. Brilliantly verdant and painted in the muted colors of nature, as if the changing of seasons cannot touch the depths of the mountain. A fine mist hangs in the air, lending a mysterious glow to the place. It feels dreamlike; ethereal. He steps further in to leave more room for Daighre to enter, noting the shadowy dip on the opposite wall that leads into a smaller, narrower tunnel. Zephyr might fit through it, but his companion seems a bit too large around the chest, so he dismisses the thought. Instead he takes in the beauty around them, for once more focused on that than anything else.