This plan seemed swell by Archer, who frankly hadn’t heard anything further than [i]"[color=beaccb]Go with Griz,[/color]"[/i] and honestly didn’t need to anyway. He also liked being referred to as a [I]’fire mage’[/i], as it rolled off of the tongue with so much more regality than ‘fire-throwing asshole’.
Zephyrus, however, seemed less enthused. Not to say he resented his team mates at all- although, he was a healthy amount of concerned about the presence of a skullkid- but he wasn’t entirely sure how much he trusted Archer in this, a sacred and terrible place to their mutual people, alone. 
He spoke up after a brief, thoughtful silence.

 “[color=267FD3]Actually... perhaps it’s best if-[/color]”
"[color=FF5733]Sorry Zeph, you heard her![/color]”
“[color=267FD3]It’s just that…[/color]”
[i] "[color=FF5733]Have you no faith?[/color]”[/i] Archer recited, theatrically, insulting monotone and all.
“[color=267FD3]It’s just that you clearly have no idea where we [i]are.[/i] This is a place of [i]evil,[/i] even the Sheikah don’t stray here.[/color]”
"[color=FF5733]Because you’re afraid?[/color]”
“[color=267FD3]Because we’re smart.[/color]”
That gave Archer a momentary pause. 
"[color=FF5733]What did you guys… do, here?[/color]”
“[color=267FD3]I can’t… it’s not… I don’t know. But I can feel it in the air, this is not a place in which we are welcome. And for a Sheikah that is not an entirely new feeling, we are quick and nimble when we pass through danger. But you are…[/color]”
"[color=FF5733]Loud and heroic?[/color]”

“[color=267FD3]An idiot.[/color]”
Archer looked into Zephyrus’ eyes, and through the usual serene red he saw a shimmer of something new. Fear.
Enough talking back for the moment.
"[color=FF5733]I’m gonna be with Griz, I’ll just follow their lead.[/color]”
“[color=267FD3]Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.[/color]”
"[color=FF5733]Hah, well I mean, I can promise all you want but I won’t [i]keep[/i] it.[/color]”
“[color=267FD3]An idiot,[/color]” Zephyrus repeated. Archer gave him an awkward, appeasing smile, before Zephyrus finally relented. He sighed, begrudgingly, and the two exchanged a firm handshake, although Archer sensed Zephyrus wanted much more comfort than he was able to provide at the moment. 
Archer didn’t do public manhugs. They were grown men, right? Grown men just sort of grunted at each other until one of them gave the other their respect. 

Zephyrus watched on as Archer then drew away, and with the flicking of his wrist, conjured a ragged flame about his hand, which burnt fierce as he was able. The eye of the fire danced restlessly on his opened palm. He waggled his eyebrows at his brother, "[color=FF5733]I’m a fire mage![/color]” 
Then he began moving towards his assigned group, his enthusiasm towards his unwilling team mate overshadowing his natural instinct towards self preservation, even just for this instant.
"[color=FF5733]Anybody else cripplingly afraid of the dark?[/color]”, he asked, in jest Zephyrus prayed, before moving out of immediate earshot.