"I don't thiiink so," she says, then flickers to her yellow aura. "… He's not dead, at least?" Headtilt. "Seems– very not dead."

"Well that's all right, then."

He gasps quite suddenly! And bolts upright. And looks at Blue, frowning in slight horror.

"… Okay, what now?" asks Blue.

"Why are you in my head?"

Blue: looks quite confused by this question.

"Isn't that where he came from originally?"

"Yeah, came from not still is in but apparently still is in so I repeat: why are you in my head?"

"How should I know?" asks Blue. "I'm not personally still in there? You can see me here, right?"

He squints and tilts his head. "Yes? But– what?"

Maya looks at them in confusion. "Um, hi there?" she says. "I'm Maya?"

"Don't mind them, they have issues."

"Issues?" she asks, then takes a second look at them. "– Yeah, I can see that."

Thario looks at her and raises his eyebrows. "… You look like someone I know," he says.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah– Maya, did you say? There's a Maya who's friends with a friend of mine, Rashel."

"Yeah, you know you've got," she waves around her eyes. "Right? I don't."

"Yeah," he says, "but the Maya I know is a Luna with purple hair, not a Rhune, so you wouldn't have the eyes anyway."

She raises an eyebrow.

"You can feel free to ignore him when he starts yammering about the different species. I do. He looks like that and he can do light manipulation, everything else is mostly irrelevant."

"Light manipulation?" she asks.

He creates a small blob in mid-air. It's purple. Also somehow means: It's called lumen.

"Oh, that's–" she tilts her head. "Kinda creepy?"

"The translation thing is different. But that thing's called lumen."

Nod. "Anyway – through the tunnel in the mountain or are you too busy complaining about your head?"