Delita also felt the familiar warmth pleased with how well it nestled into his hand. He took a deep breath as they stepped back through the gate and began the long ascent back to the surface.

He did not speak much upon their ascent as it seemed inappropriate to speak of life when along their path, they saw naught but grief. He yearned for the freshness of the surface.

The entirety of their walk, Delita felt his thoughts drifting to those of the princess.