His posture was confident, if a little lazy, as he strode into the dungeon, the afternoon’s warmth being sucked away in a surprising rush. A shiver dripped down his spine, but the pressure of Samica at his side centered him, cutting the worry from his mind. He was fine, nothing was going to harm him, because that wasn’t his job. Admittedly, his “job” mostly mattered when he was journeying with others, but it was good to practice being chill, fine, unflustered when it was just Samica and him. Practicing it without her - nope, impossible, he’d never even make it in.

He smiled, slowly. “Let’s do this thing, Samica,” he drawled, voice thick on his tongue. He didn’t know what he was “doing”, but, by jove, he was going to do it.