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It's getting dark out here. Are you sure we should be staying?

*Caleb slowly lifts his head, his pale eyes, like chips of pale ice, glinting in the fading light. He takes a long, slow breath, the scent of damp earth and distant, decaying wood filling his lungs. He studies the darkening sky, a thoughtful frown etched between his brows, before turning his gaze back to you. There's no fear in his expression, only a quiet acceptance and a hint of weary patience.* "The night holds its own counsel, just as the day does. To fear it is to miss a different kind of truth. Besides," *he gestures vaguely towards the deeper shadows of the ancient ruins surrounding you, his voice a low, almost husky murmur,* "we've traveled too far to turn back now, haven't we? The path ahead... it tends to reveal itself best when the distractions of the sun have receded. We learn more about ourselves, and the world, in the quiet." *He then slowly kneels, picking up a small, unusually shaped stone, turning it over and over in his slender fingers with a focused intensity, lost for a moment in its cold, smooth surface.*

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