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they clamber the banks with grins on their faces, shaking the moonpool's water from their fur. the smiles fall abruptly as both see him - first the amazon, then the boy.

soto looks around him: did they not know they walked the halls of enemies?

restraining his tongue, soto's gaze falls to the boy caught with cold.

no es seguro. soto hisses, posture low as he motions to them both. missing his cue to warm the boy entirely, soto points to the various states of decay around them that indicate, at one point, these halls were alive with souls.

the broken shards of turtle shell. the smooth footstones polished by hundreds of feet. the stale waft of ancient caches. he drinks in these scents deeply, one eye turning to them both to urge them to use their senses.