Anevia has been squinting at her; she nods, something clicking in her mind. "Right, you're Horgus Gwerm's girl. Can you fight?"

"Yes," Camellia says without elaboration.

Anevia waits a second, then makes a noise of amused exasperation. "I really don't know what I expected."

"I have no objections."

Miko glances at Seelah-and-Anevia, more specifically at Seelah.

Seelah looks like she'd be rubbing her forearms, if they weren't covered in steel. "...fine, but keep the rituals to yourself, alright?" she says. "My soul is the Inheritor's."

"I wouldn't dream of interfering with that," Camellia says pleasantly. She glances to Anevia. "Mrs. Tirabade, may I assume you'd prefer your legs to work?"

"Please assume whatever you like," Anevia says tightly.

Tap. Cure critical wounds.

Anevia twitches repeatedly, experiencing Mythic Half-Dragon Pins-and-Needles. Within a few moments, though, she sighs with relief and slides off Seelah's back.

"...thanks. Seriously. And I guess I know more about how you can fight, now."

Miko isn't jealous at all! It's straightforwardly a good thing that Anevia is up to full hit points now, even—no, especially—if Miko wasn't able to do anything and in fact was antihelpful!

She still wants to slightly change the subject though.

"Who's Horgus Gwerm?"

"A nobleman."

Anevia rolls her eyes. "You could call him Camellia's noble patron. She goes to the parties he goes to; she doesn't go to the parties he doesn't. He's also an honorable, devoted man, who has given the city of Kenabres no reason to doubt his commitment to the Crusades and the safety of this world, and if anyone forgets it he'll yell at them for about an hour and a half."

"What she said," Camellia agrees. "Honorable. Dutiful. Pious. Truly unimpeachable. If I speak of him for five more seconds, I will fall asleep."

Miko continues to be reminded of how the other paladins would talk with each other! She's also suspicious of this Horgus Gwerm character.

Well, there's nothing she can really do about either of those things right now. She nods to Camellia.

"I see. I wouldn't suppose that you have a better idea of how to get to the surface than we have?"

"I can cast Stone Tell, once per day or by preparation, but that won't be much good for navigation... I could summon a bulette, but they can't take more than one passenger, and it would only be for a few minutes... if I'd prepared Commune with Nature, that'd be fantastic, but I didn't, and I can do it tomorrow but that doesn't help us today." She shakes her head. "Until then, I suppose we take the path before us."

"All right. I've been leading the way because I have Darkvision; Seelah's been keeping the torchlight at just high enough a level to see where I'm going."

"I should be fine with that; I don't need much light to see."

She falls in behind Seelah.

And they're off again! Presumably at a brisker pace, now that Anevia's on her own feet again.

Their brisk pace brings them, after a while of marching (no one has an hourglass) to a widening stretch of cavern. Again, Miko is the first to hear voices.

"What do you plan to do with it?" wonders the first - purring, more fond than exasperated. "Do you even know how to wield a sword?"

"It's not about hitting people with it," says the other, definitely more exasperated than fond. "It's about making a point."

"That is the part you hit people with," she agrees.

… That sounds like a pair of dumb kids. With five levels between them at the most. Who may or may not have stolen a sword that they now have no idea what to do with.

Optimistically, they looted it off of someone who was also knocked into this pit and was simply less fortunate. It would make sense, even, with how inexperienced they sound.

"I hear two people up ahead," she says, just loudly enough for Seelah/Anevia/Camellia to hear.

"Good to know," Seelah murmurs. "Same strategy? Worked out last time."

"Yes, I think so. I'll. Try to not let every spider in a three-tunnel radius know, as well."

Ha ha?

A genuine chuckle. "Sounds like a plan."