The air outside the cavern greeted them with a wave of mist, small water particles clinging to the Warden.
'I'm glad I never need to wash him. That could be awkward after… recent developments.'
Charon felt the pale crown against his scalp, half-expecting the strange thing to create a barrier against the fog, but it didn't.
Achlys moved ahead with confidence, her form drifting between solidity and haze. Her raven hair, however, was more noticeable now, trailing behind her like a banner.
She murmured under her breath, yet her voice carried as if whispered directly into his ear, though she stood several feet ahead.
"Stay close."
Charon muttered back at her, pulling his robe tighter as the mist curled around his ankles. He did not enjoy the sensation at all.
"I wasn't planning on wandering off,"
