The boy nods before he easily starts walking. Despite all the thoughts and worries that keep on turning over and over through his mind, there's not a single worry about the situation they're currently in. Despite his cheerful and friendly disposition, Inigo has always had so much more trouble with social situations than with any battle. Even if they may be running straight into a blighted rat horde, Inigo isn't worried about that in the slightest. They'll deal.

"Don't worry too much. I'm used to this."

'This' being the weird way these blighted rats make him think of the Risen, though different in size, but also having arrows or flashes of magic being slung over his shoulders to help protect him from enemies.

So Inigo just keeps on walking, the only sound the echoing of their footsteps on the ground, until--