[Locke wouldn't have to look around long before a pair of familiar boots came into sight. A lantern sat nearby, illuminating the two. Celes stood before him, dirty and battered from the cave-in, and with a painful looking gash on her forehead. She'd cleaned it up the best she could, but there was only so much she could do with no magic, and dried blood colored her hair red where she hadn't managed to clean it out yet.]
You're awake.
[There was a cold indifference to her voice as it echoed in the caverns around them.]
:'D
You're awake.
[There was a cold indifference to her voice as it echoed in the caverns around them.]