[b]Lenier[/b]

Lenier did his best to keep from visibly reacting as Nirema voiced her approval of his companion. It was not a surprise to him at least, with her desire for someone unpredictable to keep her entertained. But he had a task to focus on, and that should serve to keep hr from causing him too many annoyances for the moment. The obsidian spire was easy to move along and they soon entered the building that waited for them.

He tensed as their crown met the miasma, banished by their Divinity and serving as a sign that they were probably in for a race at the very least. The silent question was answered as he spotted the pile of bodies. It seemed they had been too late to rescue them. Unfortunate, that was for sure. 

Glancing over to Io, Lenier was a bit more dismissive. "Doesn't seem to be any Tyrants nearby. A few minutes wouldn't have made a difference." That was just the indication that he got, and he would admit that he could be wrong. Did it really matter in the end though? They were dead, and that was all there was to it. 

Her voice whispered in his head again, earning a slight grimace as he went checking the survivor to see how badly he was injured. Best to at least determine that much before they decided if he couldn't make it after all.