That's.. actually kind of impressive, the way the little critter just hurls itself down the hole. You peek down, and it's sitting down, washing itself like the jump wasn't any shit at all.

Sweet.

Bennue tweets at you, disapproving, and you get a move on. Marduk's already scuttling down the ladder, taking it slow as a grub about to pupate, and it takes forever to get down, waiting for her to meet each step. But finally, you've got both feet on the ground.

The light from above makes it hard to see in the gloom, but that's alright. You'll be moving soon, and with that in mind, you whistle at Bennue, offering up your wrist. He settles there like he was hatched on it, and immediately starts burning. The psionic flames are too weak to hurt you, barely the temperature of your own skin, but they're bright enough to see.

"Three inches is like, bullshit. My horns are three inches." Just barely. "Now, which way are we going?"