"I support better be safe than sorry."

"The problem isn't getting actively worse. We can spend the time to set up right."

"Yeah, pretty stable problem, this one."

"Do you need to rest before we start moving?"

"Nope. Moving's the thing we were doing before you got here.

So, opinions on ride-stealing?"

"Don't."

"Alright!

...we'd compensate somehow, if that wasn't clear.

Anyway - off we go?"

"Yes."

Off they go.

"So probably makes sense to walk a bit first now that you're here, but we were doing the teleportation in pieces and I've got a few left."  

"Sounds like fun."

She holds out her hands. Water drops coalesce out of the air between them until they form a thin sheet of water that she looks into for a few moments before dispersing it all again.

"Looks all clear. Everyone ready?"

Nod.

"Yep."

And they are gone, and reappeared again somewhere else.

"Cool!"

Orienting around, then,

"That way."

Walking.

Walking. Pods flitting back and forth, keeping watch for danger.

"So," he says to Genea, "you used to live in a town?"

"Yeah. And outside the walls, before that."

"What was that like?"

"I liked it. I'd wanted to be a guard so much, and it was - very unlikely I'd ever get to. And I got to. And I was good at it."

"Why did you want to be a guard?"

"I think I just did. I could say things, but - my cousin would have seen the same things and she never wanted to be a guard."

"Things like what?"