Envy held the small blade in one hand and pressed against the palm of his other and took a breath. It was one of those forsaken jagged tooth blades the Kartaians carried. This one had been his, made from the teeth of his first kills, chiseled to points by his child self and melted together with lumpy iron. He'd been too impatient to let the iron melt completely before he'd insisted on giving it to the blade. 
He'd never wanted to see the blade again, but in order to pin the closest location to shadow walk to, he needed something from the depths of Carantathkartai. And, Kartaian blood.

With a face as straight as he could keep it, he clenched his fist and pulled the blade through his grip, hearing the skin and bone grind. He bristled and bared his teeth.
“Envy!” 
Dropping the blade into the bowl, the Kartaian turned to see Taris standing with a shocked look on his face. “Assassin.” he said simply through the pain. The Shadow Elf walked up and peered into the bowl before which Envy stood. The odd assortment of objects resting in it, a black feather, a piece of coal and a finger bone, to name a few, were crimson with the elf's dark blood. Envy offered an explanation without being asked. “They set up wards against shadow walking a ways out, and beyond that, spells to make you afraid. If you get caught in the spells, they feel it, like a spider feels a moth in its web, and they come. We need to avoid those, and get as close as possible.
"If I did this right, I should now be able to get as underground, hidden from their spells.” His red eyes landed on Taris'. “It will take more energy from you, though, but, its all shadow. They live in the dark. You should have no problem …. working.” He grimaced.
Taris took Envy's hand and held his own over it, his fingers beginning to shimmer. There was a small hesitation, as Taris wasn't his whole self yet, but after a moment, the skin of the Kartaian's hand began to press itself back, the torn tendons and muscle beneath sealing together. When it was done, Envy wiped his other thumb across his palm, smearing the blood over where the wound had just been. 

“Did you talk to Russel and Hadhen?” Envy asked to break the silence. He bent to level his head with the shorter elf and thrust his thumb against his eyebrow to peer into Taris' eye. The assassin's arm flew up and knocked Envy's arm away with a dirty look. Envy smirked and moved away, sitting on the bed. “We can leave as soon as you think they're ready.” He put his head in his large hands, ignoring the blood that was now on his forehead. “I don't want her in there anymore, Taris. I'm dreaming about it. Which may be my sisters doing. I don't know. But... I can hear her.” He lifted his head and gazed at the darker elf, his expression full of agony. His lips parted like he was going to say more, but he just shook his head.