Duskfire Glacier Stuck in the middle

The storm had been quelled, the silent rumblings of his inner machinations could no longer subsist on his fears and were subsequently starved. Knowing Tzila had his back was a load off his mind, Rye felt himself physically loosen up as his muscles relaxed from their tense state. Deflating considerably as the large pockets of air released the withheld oxygen, it was surprising for Rye to feel himself hold so much of his stress literally within his body and not entirely notice. "Okay," He said, voice containing a bit of left over uncertainty. "Thank you Tzila. Even if none don't share my colors, I'll still be there to help out." Rye reassured his verbal commitment with a smile before excusing himself, saying his farewells, and leaving from the ice cave.