Masque's only response is to rise swiftly to their feet, ready to leave.

It takes a momentary stop at the door to thank the Guado for their hospitality, one more to stock up on supplies, and then Zveran is leading the way out, his eye drawn constantly back to look at the entrance to the Farplane. 

As much as his heart aches, he wants to get Masque out as quickly as possible. 

"-You want to go. Don't you?"

“Not as much as I want to get out of here,” Zveran says, trademark smirk in place. 

Not that he feels it much. 

"Hn." Masque doesn't press.

And Zveran doesn’t admit they’re right. 

He leads the way through winding tunnels, following signs and wind flow where he can. 

Masque seems very attuned to the wind flow, and can in fact take the lead.

Zveran is happy to let them do so, and smiles. 

And eventually: they are outside again. And the calmness and relief that comes over Masque is immense.

Not just outside, but right in the thick of the crystal Macalania Forest. 

“By all the...” Zveran says on a breath, taking in the splendour. 

Even Masque isn't unmoved by the glory.

"It's as if diamonds grew jealous of forests," Zveran says on a breath, gently touching a treetrunk.

"Quite," Masque says quietly, as though scared to speak too loudly.

That gets a laugh from Zveran, albeit a quite one. “It does feel like a breath would shatter the whole thing, doesn’t it?”

"Something like that."

Zveran grins. “We’d better keep moving, the Thunder Plains await-“

Something pulls in his gut. 

Masque may or may not be sensing something as well. But doesn't say anything either way.

“Can you feel that? It’s like...something calling.” Zveran walks in the direction the feeling is pulling him in, not waiting for an answer.

"Hm."

It's not a yes, it's not a no, and Masque isn't exactly following, even though they're moving in the same direction.

“It feels...sad.”

Zveran barely takes in the beauty around him as he walks. 

Masque hums again. "Scared."

“They do feel scared, almost as if...they’re expecting pain.”

Zveran walks out into an opening, with a crystalline lake sprawling between them and...whatever is calling them. 

...the very on fire lake.

"-That is not normal.'

“No...no it isn’t.”

Zveran reaches forward, towards the fire, and something catches his eye behind it.