Rezo nods, grabbing his staff from where he’d leaned it up against the wall earlier. The rings clatter and chime, the sound seeming jarring and loud within that small space.

“...I believe that is wise of you,” he says.

Normal humans, after all, are far more easily damaged than chimeras.

Rezo turns to the door, grabs the handle, and unless Zelgadis has anything else he’d like to say, Rezo will be venturing out once more.