"I'm perfectly fine, for the moment." There's a note of reassurance in their voice, the Demi-god absolutely seeming cheerful enough. Perhaps that had something to do with the fact that they weren't really seeing the world around them, the molten, bubbling danger that threatened at cracks in the path.
The hot burst washes over them, Osozo finally properly piecing together what it is they're seeing. "It's the heat! I can see it, I... oh.." They knew it was hot here yes, felt that static discomfort that was probably meant to invoke something like fear, but to see it, truly see it, was something else altogether. "I can't imagine why she would want a portal here. There's... nothing. Nothing whatsoever." Especially not for them.
Their limbs tuck in closer suddenly, nervous glances cast around at their surroundings, Osozo suddenly far more reserved. It might not be fear, but it is certainly worrying, considering the usual aloofness they keep wrapped around themself.
OSOZO
The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing
