Mirek didn't answer immediately.
His grip on Vai adjusted subtly, as his eyes swept over the surrounding space—the waterfall veil, the winding stream, the stone paths disappearing deeper into the enclosed terrain.
"We'll stay," he said at last. "For now."
His gaze moved upwards. "The canyon walls are unstable. Climbing out without preparation would be suicide."
Lavayla nodded. That aligned with what Nessa had hinted at earlier.
"And food?" she asked casually, though her stomach betrayed her with a quiet, traitorous growl.
Vai chose that moment to giggle.
Mirek glanced down at him, then back at Lavayla. "I'll hunt."
Her eyes flicked to his injuries—clean now, but still fresh in places. "You're not pushing yourself?"
"I've had worse," he replied flatly.
Lavayla hummed, unconvinced but not arguing. Instead, her gaze drifted toward the inner cave—toward the coiled Primal plant and the quiet power humming beneath the stone.
