Mir found some... he's not sure what it is, but it's sparkly and neat-looking.

Man, all Harin's found are uncomfortable questions about his own sexuality. Some people have all the luck.

"Look, Harin! Mysterious sparkly rocks!"

"Sparkly rainclouds!"

"Yes! Sparkly! It's, it's really nice. Hope I find something."

"Can't find if you don't look. Which way do you feel like exploring?"

Who is absent.

"He's—" begins Nior, gesturing across the cavern; and then he stops, and frowns, and says, "not over there anymore, which he was five seconds ago."

No joy. There aren't even any passages he could have inexplicably fled away through.

"...Okay. This is weird. Where is he?"

"Inexplicably vanished," says Nior.

"He was here. I was paying attention. Then he wasn't. I don't know why or how. So: vanished, inexplicably."

"I'm not saying that you're wrong. I'm saying that- that doesn't happen. Unless it's just all the rage in Elannwy these days."

"Me too," says Miraen.

...Mir hugs Harin.

Okay. That's okay. He'll just. More hugs.

Nior is staring at the estimated last known location of Ari as though it has personally offended him on the deepest imaginable level.