[ Out of the corner of his eye, Mace catches sight of the blue glow start up again and a relief he hadn't expected goes through him. Just, the knowledge that Ian was still capable of it — that they still had some time before whatever the fuck was next arrived, that he hadn't ended up walking them straight into another trap ... ]
That's smarter than what I was going for.
[ He'd been thinking of using it to look around the two corners without actually putting his head past either of them, but attaching it to the torch would make his life a lot easier. Free up a hand for the knife, just in case he needed it immediately, for one thing. But. ]
I don't want to push your power, though.
[ Only if Ian thinks he can make it attachable. Otherwise, Mace can use just his hand, although ...
He hates that he'll have to unlink again for it. The crook of his elbow flexes unconsciously against Ian's as if in response to that thought, and then he's carefully moving them forward until they're about two feet from the fork. His ears stay pricked for any sound up ahead and a muscle twitches in his jaw as he realizes he can hear.
Something dripping, from the turn at the left. It's not loud. Doesn't sound like it's from the ceiling, and he glances up to make sure that, yes, the damp in the stone is still only dampness and not outright water starting to trickle through. ]
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That's smarter than what I was going for.
[ He'd been thinking of using it to look around the two corners without actually putting his head past either of them, but attaching it to the torch would make his life a lot easier. Free up a hand for the knife, just in case he needed it immediately, for one thing. But. ]
I don't want to push your power, though.
[ Only if Ian thinks he can make it attachable. Otherwise, Mace can use just his hand, although ...
He hates that he'll have to unlink again for it. The crook of his elbow flexes unconsciously against Ian's as if in response to that thought, and then he's carefully moving them forward until they're about two feet from the fork. His ears stay pricked for any sound up ahead and a muscle twitches in his jaw as he realizes he can hear.
Something dripping, from the turn at the left. It's not loud. Doesn't sound like it's from the ceiling, and he glances up to make sure that, yes, the damp in the stone is still only dampness and not outright water starting to trickle through. ]