Of course (and Hotaru thinks this with the deepest, most biting sarcasm she can muster in her mind) as soon as they enter the imposing cavern, it trembles with their passing and rains down debris upon them. It's no more than surface scratches, but annoying as hell all the same, and if Hotaru knows anything about adventures like this (and she does, Helovian born and bred as she is) it's practically a sign to either get the hell out of dodge or nut up and shut up.
She's never been one to shut up necessarily, but she can at least continue on. For now. Jigano may be a friend to her, but Hotaru always has and always will put herself first. So long as she doesn't spontaneously die before she can beat a hasty escape.
"Surface wounds," she announces, keeping her voice low and soft, not wanting to trigger further incidents with reverberations in the cave. When Jigano poses a silent question, she nods her head to the left, agreeing that the undiscovered portion is likely the best for a rare material. Even if it's likely more dangerous because of it.
Hotaru agrees with the left path, speaks quietly of her wounds.
She's never been one to shut up necessarily, but she can at least continue on. For now. Jigano may be a friend to her, but Hotaru always has and always will put herself first. So long as she doesn't spontaneously die before she can beat a hasty escape.
"Surface wounds," she announces, keeping her voice low and soft, not wanting to trigger further incidents with reverberations in the cave. When Jigano poses a silent question, she nods her head to the left, agreeing that the undiscovered portion is likely the best for a rare material. Even if it's likely more dangerous because of it.
Hotaru agrees with the left path, speaks quietly of her wounds.
she knows the restless press of moths
mistaking her presence for candlelight
mistaking her presence for candlelight
