GAHRYE
Gahrye gripped his fingers deep in the scruff of Elia's beast's neck as the cold, dank scent of the Traverse hit him.
Her lion growled and began to tremble. She'd stopped as soon as they entered, which was good. Gahrye needed a moment to open his skin and get the blood flowing before they stepped forward.
In the distance he could see the light of the other end glowing. He didn't remember seeing it so clearly last time. Perhaps with each crossing it became clearer?
"You must stay close to me, Elia. I have to be touching you, I think. Unless… unless I'm touching you I don't know what they can do. So just… don't run, okay?"
