[ he listens and he keeps leading, into the waterfall itself now in the same way he did a week ago, free hand decaying as he goes along. it doesn't look like he's following a path, just burrowing further and further into the bedrock. if anyone else finds this odd tunneling this week and wonders what this is and wastes time on it, he'll have a good laugh.

when they're far enough inside that the roar of the water is muffled to a quiet thrum, he stops. squeezes her hand gently. ]

That's enough hypotheticals. [ with his free hand he places a finger under her chin to tip her gaze up towards him. not that he thinks she's ever one to shy away, but this is important. ]

Moravia. I can't create things but I can take them, and I can take this for us. This island's tech aside, someone I gotta save can open portals to other places. I'll figure it out.

Is that what you want? [ maybe this is his other quirk speaking through him, the one he was raised to carry, all for one. it takes and it takes and it takes, but it can also give in a sense of the word if you ignore the moral implications. but when has that mattered to either of them? ]