Brahmoth flashed Alianza a smile as he stepped onto the trap. She moved off of the plate and he found himself chuckling at Tywin’s comment. He knew he probably looked soft for doing this, and that probably was an element as to why he was doing it. The other reason, though, was that it had pretty effectively shut up Alianza-aina. This way, presuming he made it out okay, she was definitely going to do what she was told. Still, no point in letting that slip to her and there wasn’t really a way of telling Tywin and Taranis this without also informing her that this was his motive. As he placed his hands into Tywin and Taranis, Daner grew increasingly concerned and Brahmoth felt the emotions begin to bleed over as he struggled to keep a firm grasp on his breathing. Suddenly, even though he was prepared for it, he found himself being jerked forwards and the trap proved him right. As he lay there, he could still feel all of his body parts but he found himself only able to twist his right leg. Panic began to set in and he turned around just as Tywin announced that it had ruined his boot. A sigh left his body and he pulled himself to his feet, brushing the dust off of his clothing. “Now then, stick behind me in future, okay?”
The rest of the day passed cautiously. Brahmoth led from the front and Daner perked up, taking an interesting in keeping them alive. They passed tripwires, more pressure plates, and a nasty magical trap that had taken the duo a while to figure out how to bypass. They saw neither hide nor hair of the peasants who had fled but Brahmoth reasoned that they would probably be dead by now, especially with the density of traps within the dungeon. Now they had come to rest in a small room and Brahmoth had volunteered to keep first watch. He thought the rest of the group had gone to sleep but he noticed as Alia (was it Alia? He had to pick something, especially if he was going to talk to her. Alia it was then) quietly got up and made her way over to their body. The girl quietly thanked Brahmoth for saving her life and as he went to tell her it was no trouble and she could repay the favour by making sure she didn’t further recklessly endanger her life, she leaned in to kiss him. The pent up lust of a dead man swelled up inside Brahmoth and as he leaned in to kiss her, suddenly feelings for Lucy sprung up, flowing from Daner, stronger than he’d been at all recently. Daner stumbled backwards from Alia, pressing himself against the wall. “Uh… Alia, that’s um, really sweet. And you’re a lovely girl and other other, um, circumstances.” Daner was aware that he was blushing furiously and he wasn’t even sure how he’d accidentally wrested control of the body back from Brahmoth, but he was in full defensive drive now. He was determined, even though he didn’t know where she was, if she was still alive, or even if he’d be able to save her now that he was stuck in here, he was determined to save Lucy and to remain faithful to her, even though he didn’t even know if she loved him… if she could love him. As these thoughts ran through his head, he continued to speak. “I’d, uh, I’d love to… yeah, with, um, you. But I’m, uh, I’m kinda already promised to someone else.” Falling quiet, Daner shuffled nervously before looking around the room, scanning the exits, anything to keep his eyes off of Alia. Brahmoth, meanwhile, was laughing in the back of his mind that this was what had brought Daner back to the front. Not the life threatening danger boy, not the being kidnapped, not the being shoved in a dark dungeon or losing the key. His laughter boomed around Daner’s head. Oh you never fail to surprise me. As Daner asked Brahmoth to shush, he waited to see Alia’s response. He hoped he hadn’t upset her, but when it came to the noble girl, he just wasn’t sure.