Essek doesn't hesitate to let the other lead him through the portal. While the magic was foreign, Lea seemed pretty confident that it would be safe, so he could trust that at the least. There wasn't much other way to get across as it were anyway.
At first, Essek braced for the pain of the light of the portal, but it was gentler than the sun, soft in the way of touching cashmere when expecting steel wool. His mind wanted to much to pay attention to the magic, the use of the portal, the way it functioned, but every time he tried to focus it shattered against the ebb and flow of his panic, the dull grate of his mind. Each thought scattered to the wind before they can form strongly.
But it's strange how by the time he's out of the other side, there's a lightness to his thoughts. Beau and Caleb were probably fine, he knows if they died they would return to the train, right? That's how he heard it worked. Perhaps everything else was lost - and that was heart wrenching agony - he still had them, as bittersweet a hope it was. He's lost in the thought enough that he barely notices when Lea sits him down on the brick planter, how he's already working to steady his breath as his hand comes up to shield himself from the glare of the late sun.
"Ah, thank you," he looks a little startled to find himself here, his slowing breath hitching. "I-... I might want to.. ah-- ask you about that sometime. But not-- not now."
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At first, Essek braced for the pain of the light of the portal, but it was gentler than the sun, soft in the way of touching cashmere when expecting steel wool. His mind wanted to much to pay attention to the magic, the use of the portal, the way it functioned, but every time he tried to focus it shattered against the ebb and flow of his panic, the dull grate of his mind. Each thought scattered to the wind before they can form strongly.
But it's strange how by the time he's out of the other side, there's a lightness to his thoughts. Beau and Caleb were probably fine, he knows if they died they would return to the train, right? That's how he heard it worked. Perhaps everything else was lost - and that was heart wrenching agony - he still had them, as bittersweet a hope it was. He's lost in the thought enough that he barely notices when Lea sits him down on the brick planter, how he's already working to steady his breath as his hand comes up to shield himself from the glare of the late sun.
"Ah, thank you," he looks a little startled to find himself here, his slowing breath hitching. "I-... I might want to.. ah-- ask you about that sometime. But not-- not now."