[He seems to find it just as hard to look at her in turn. And yet he can't seem to stop. There's no shortage of quick, furtive glances thrown back at her, but he shifts his eyes back to his work just as quickly as they come. Forces his hands to be steady as he canvasses the rock walls for cracks. There's a part of his own foundation that is very quickly crumbling underneath him. Right now it's overshadowed by the fundamental fact that he needs to get them out in order to save her, and that is enough to keep him going.]

Climbed, mostly. We're just a few days to Mobliz, if we can get topside.

[Traveling down the serpent's trench to meet up with Terra and her kids for the first time in months.]

Stopped to do a little treasure hunting.