[Hazuki has not been relying on the sketchy light-up moss. The moment she realized there was some force inside of her which she refuses to describe as magic, she mentally runs through the way she'd code something to light up according to a day/night cycle, the best approximation of a nightlight she can manage without photosensitive hardware attached to it.
And with it she's made an orb of warm light to hold in her hand, which she's using to navigate when she comes across Dorothea in the strange beehive of tunnels.] If I knew the way out, I wouldn't be wandering around down here.
[It's a rude response, but it's not derisive in intonation. It's just matter-of-fact. Same as the way Hazuki's eyes find the sword at Dorothea's hip and she raises an eyebrow.] You need my help when you're carrying that thing?
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And with it she's made an orb of warm light to hold in her hand, which she's using to navigate when she comes across Dorothea in the strange beehive of tunnels.] If I knew the way out, I wouldn't be wandering around down here.
[It's a rude response, but it's not derisive in intonation. It's just matter-of-fact. Same as the way Hazuki's eyes find the sword at Dorothea's hip and she raises an eyebrow.] You need my help when you're carrying that thing?