[It's narrow, but Celes would fit through with no problem, especially once she'd handed their things over to Locke before squeezing through herself. He takes the supplies in one hand, and offers the other to her to take to keep herself from falling. Now they're getting somewhere.]
[His good cheer takes a blow, though. It runs through him at her question, fingers twitching together, brows knitted. ...Oh. Right.]
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[His good cheer takes a blow, though. It runs through him at her question, fingers twitching together, brows knitted. ...Oh. Right.]
[A heartbeat of silence, then:]
...It's Locke.