Basil snickered slightly, despite the serious tone of the conversation. He then said, "It's 'integrity,' Jace." After a moment, though, he nodded, and said, "I hope it doesn't last too long. If it does, we may have no other choice but to try and travel through it. We can't stay here for too long on these limited supplies."
	Discussion died once again, and within mere minutes, Basil found himself becoming restless. There were nights when he'd practically pass out, but then there were others when he would even be the one keeping watch; this was one of those, as the energy from his nerves coursed through him. He glanced at Jace, shifting occasionally, wondering if he felt the same. Thunder flourished directly above them, the heart of the storm arriving. He'd rather sleep through it, but he knew there was little chance of that.