Once you've prepared yourself and you have the knife you plunge into the veil again, soon enough finding yourself wandering the primeval forest again, weaving paths through enormous trees. There is no real direction, nothing to orient yourself to, you're doing this entirely on instinct. And so there is a certain curious timelessness to it. You're aware of things out in the forest too, the sensation of many eyes watching you and Myrii.
She is there, of course, her hand entwined in yours as you walk, the knife-sweater bundle under your other arm. You've said nothing for a while... thoughts filled with... what?
Suddenly Myrii speaks. It's not loud, but in the quiet spooky wood it's almost as startling as a thunderclap.
"He could break the bond." She says.