Pleasantly surprised by that answer, Francis actually smiles a little, and there is a slightly greater warmth in his manner. He seems to relax slightly, as though this hint of respect and piety from his companion is enough to offset what they are doing, and makes an approving sound in his throat.
"I hope," he says, a little drily, "that it need not come to that. Still, I am glad that you would think of them so."
The steps still go on, and Francis cranes past his companion to see how far it may be to the end. Still, there is no sight of an exit, only the shadows deepening ahead of them, swallowing them up into the earth. He frowns, and goes down another step.
"You would rather face a vampyr than a mineshaft?" Changing the subject back, out of interest more than anything. "Strange to hear, from a man so keen to head into the dark."
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"I hope," he says, a little drily, "that it need not come to that. Still, I am glad that you would think of them so."
The steps still go on, and Francis cranes past his companion to see how far it may be to the end. Still, there is no sight of an exit, only the shadows deepening ahead of them, swallowing them up into the earth. He frowns, and goes down another step.
"You would rather face a vampyr than a mineshaft?" Changing the subject back, out of interest more than anything. "Strange to hear, from a man so keen to head into the dark."