Silver Moraine I'll learn the names of all the termites that eat my wooden teeth.

It was good one of them had a plan.
Okay, I'll follow your lead. Willow's head bobbed slightly as he said this, and he prepared to be led away from the rocky earth - and these incessant bugs - with the idling hope that he wasn't being lead to slaughter, or something. Not that he believed this girl would do something like that (it was one of those spontaneous dark thoughts that occasionally crowded his mind); and as soon as he imagined it, it was gone.
So long as they got away from these weird little pools, he was happy.