[Not completely, perfectly safe. But safer than this forgotten shed in the woods. They can't be heard and there's not much light that's able to escape past these walls, probably, but the spirits have sense he doesn't understand and he doesn't trust that enormous one in the trees, even if it might ignore them.
As much as he doesn't really want to let go, he has to so they can stand, so after a moment of hesitation he forces him to relax his grip and push himself to his feet. He adjusts the way his lantern hangs, making sure it's partly tucked under his coat and therefore easier to conceal quickly, then withdraws the small orange prism-like object in his coat pocket that he had removed from his lantern earlier.]
I'll show you the way back to town. There's an inn with rooms above the bar that I've been staying at and I think there are empty ones if you want.
[Or they could share, but Law's a grown adult now, he probably wants his own room, right? Probably. He would not complain about sharing but he won't assume.]
The lantern is your life. If it breaks, you die here and not everyone comes back. Here -
[He's not going to ask, because there's no debating this as far as he's concerned. Rather than attaching the prism back onto his own lantern he reaches for Law's, and the lantern shifts to take the form of a rough stone on one side, but crystalline on the other - an amethyst geode, cut in half. The light it gives off dims considerably.]
Just for now. If there's anything out there it might not see you as easily.
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[Not completely, perfectly safe. But safer than this forgotten shed in the woods. They can't be heard and there's not much light that's able to escape past these walls, probably, but the spirits have sense he doesn't understand and he doesn't trust that enormous one in the trees, even if it might ignore them.
As much as he doesn't really want to let go, he has to so they can stand, so after a moment of hesitation he forces him to relax his grip and push himself to his feet. He adjusts the way his lantern hangs, making sure it's partly tucked under his coat and therefore easier to conceal quickly, then withdraws the small orange prism-like object in his coat pocket that he had removed from his lantern earlier.]
I'll show you the way back to town. There's an inn with rooms above the bar that I've been staying at and I think there are empty ones if you want.
[Or they could share, but Law's a grown adult now, he probably wants his own room, right? Probably. He would not complain about sharing but he won't assume.]
The lantern is your life. If it breaks, you die here and not everyone comes back. Here -
[He's not going to ask, because there's no debating this as far as he's concerned. Rather than attaching the prism back onto his own lantern he reaches for Law's, and the lantern shifts to take the form of a rough stone on one side, but crystalline on the other - an amethyst geode, cut in half. The light it gives off dims considerably.]
Just for now. If there's anything out there it might not see you as easily.