[i]Being in a party is making me go soft,[/i] Ceria chided herself as she belatedly caught a flicker of Yvah's tail slithering over some rubble to the west of the intersecting corridors.  The words echoed some of the arguments that Arthera had made to her on quiet nights around their crude fire pits out in the wild.  Ceria snapped out of her reverie by the sounds of a scuffle off in the direction Yvah went. 

Araerys's hand motion barely registered with Ceria as the thoroughbred elf girl fast overtook the halfblood one, abandoning stealth for haste.  With all the noise they had made at this point, stealth was almost a fruitless exercise.  Besides, clambering up the rubble pile like she was headed for, stealth was a fruitless exercise among so many loosely packed stones.  That and surely any people they encountered who were hostile had long since heard or even felt their presence.  The unnerving feeling like she was being watched made Ceria's spine tingle as she made to retrace Yvah's exact route through the rubble, bow in hand with her quiver and pack with Chip inside jostling a bit against her back.