He turned around from his collection, peering down the second passage. "What are you--"

And then it hit him, almost literally. Not quite as hard as it had appeared to hit his companion -- whether it was because he was more resistant to it or because he was further away from the epicenter of the wave wasn't clear. Either way, he was still suitably sane if he was lucid enough to even wonder about that. It was like a constant strain ever since they had descended into these caves, as if he was holding onto the edge of a precipice. He was going strong so far, encouragingly strong, but his his fingers had to fatigue sometime and then it'd be a long, long fall from where he was so high up.

Qilby pushed himself up off his knees and moved to follow Barricade. His tone was more neutral than it'd been all day when he quietly asked, "Is it anything like you've ever encountered before?"