One day the two of them might exchange the specifics of the moments they arrived from, simply by having nothing to say: they were not noteworthy moments, but their arrivals here, those were jarring indeed.

"A holy cave," he says, lips curling into a wry grin. "No cold springs, apologies."

Lifting an arm, he gestures in the general direction of where he, Lan Zhan, Vanessa, and Yelena all share cavern space, where the unholy hours are the holy times for cleaning, and all his sleep debt is starting to accumulate once more.

"I've repelling seals around the entrance, difficult to miss. No barrier — easier to press back than to selectively allow the living in when the dead can register as alive."

To overall detriment.