[Lance is like a dog that's being scolded for eating the entirety of a Thanksgiving feast...and yet...he's still?!]
We're going back, Lance.
[With such a glare; his feet hurt, his knees feel weird, his thighs have been aired out for far too long, and--
Just a bit beyond Lance, there's a little circle of something glittery; he can't make heads or tails of it, and it looks to be semi-shrouded with rocklike formations? Maybe they're just leaves and bushes. The marsh expedition prepared him for How To Spot Open Water In Darkness; there's something flowy glimmering up under the moonlight.]
...Hey.
[And he's pointing, which is a fairly useless thing to do with the whole NO LIGHT problem they're having.]
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We're going back, Lance.
[With such a glare; his feet hurt, his knees feel weird, his thighs have been aired out for far too long, and--
Just a bit beyond Lance, there's a little circle of something glittery; he can't make heads or tails of it, and it looks to be semi-shrouded with rocklike formations? Maybe they're just leaves and bushes. The marsh expedition prepared him for How To Spot Open Water In Darkness; there's something flowy glimmering up under the moonlight.]
...Hey.
[And he's pointing, which is a fairly useless thing to do with the whole NO LIGHT problem they're having.]