Jayce chuckled slightly as Celia laughed, even finding himself a bit ridiculous. Of course, it wasn't like there was a much better option at the moment, Noire combing the canyon could take days to do it thoroughly, and it wasn't like the party would stay put at the sight of a giant dragonfly dog flying through the sky then darting back. Noire had to work on her puppy dog eyes for that. 

As they travelled along, the setting sun signaled a change in temperature; the canyon was low into the ground, and undoubtedly would get even colder as they descended to where even the moonlight wouldn't reach them. Feeling like it'd be good to stop for the day, since nobody seemed to respond to Celia's whistling, Jayce reached into his pouch and pulled out two lacrima, one was a deep red, the other was a dull grey. Pulling back his forearm to reveal a small circular slot, Jayce packed the two in before cocking the forearm back into place, and raising his arm into the air. flicking his wrist, a hole opened up in the center of the palm and a red-flare shot from his arm, whistling slightly and leaving a trail of smoke on its way up, before it burst in the air like a firecracker, leaving no residue. Noire came flying down within a minute and set her bag on the ground, before her and Jayce went off to strip a tree of some bark nearby. Within a few minutes, they had a decent campfire going, and Jayce took a seat beside it. [b]"Wonder if we'll even find them..."[/b] he said as he patted Noire's head as she lied down next to him.