Kapri and her team followed Bilbo down the dimly lit hallway. The sound of his hooves clicking sharply against the marble floor. The dimension was eerily silent without the Librarian as the Donn on top of the others heads lit their way. No one spoke; the exhaustion from their hours-long ordeal in the pocket dimensions had drained them of both energy and the will to banter. Kapri worried a little if this may have traumatized the juniors, even if Nyxith looked calm and Kavi still laughed.
Kapri swayed slightly, leaning side to side as she trudged forward with her sword resting heavily on her shoulder. Her voice broke the silence, muttered and half-slurred. "I want to sleep. I want to sleep."
Half of Lord Dazriel's child sized heart was bound with rope as it swayed gently on the hilt of her sword—a grim trophy from what they went through. She wasn't sure if it were of still any used to him though.
