"It tried to come at the least. Maybe related to what causes the memory shifts for the locals... I haven't heard from Karsa if she has an idea. We'll need to tell her about this being intact, but..."

He lifts a hand to make a motion like a boat riding waves. There's not enough for them to act on, and this is not a place showing activity.

For the most part.

"Music that compels," he offers, a mild statement for a very complicated and personal attack on them both. Years ago now, longer for him than his friend.

"We should take care and head—”

As he leaps lightly from the platform to one of the raised tiles above the water line, and it slowly gives way under foot, water trickling in from each side as suddenly as he near falls.

"—back?!”