Mikhael shook his head firmly, "It's nothing. I'm fine now." purposefully dodging the topic, "I'm more concerned about how we're going to continue to fight while also protecting Lucas. Do you know any way of snapping him free of this unnatural slumber?"

	It was clear he didn't want to talk about the issue, turning his head away. He had begun periodically cutting marks into the sides of the dead trees with his dagger as they went along. After the attack by the swarm of bugs kicked in his old survival sense, he was thinking more like his olden self, the untamed urchin kid that lived purely on refined cunning and resourcefulness. He was mostly paranoid they would get lost here forever if he didn't create any sort of trail leading back, but it would further serve as a good retreating point if things ever got dire. Just as he moved to carve another deep slash into a drooping tree, his eyes looked across the incredibly aged stump and foreign plants in a secluded grove, the sight filling him with a renewed vigor. They were getting deeper. This made it clear they were actually making progress. Even if just a little.

	He quickly made the incision and pointed it out, "Older trees. We must be getting deeper in the forest... though I'm not sure if that is a good thing."