[She’s used to the dark, to the tunnels that wound their way under her village, but it had never been like this. There was something like beauty here, even Sae could see that. And far more danger, too.

The man speaks and Sae instinctively shies away, fingers twisted uncertainly in the sacred red rope tied around her waist. Without her ability to command the darkness and the dead, she was only a fairly helpless girl, and she looks at Guangyao with a quiet unease. There’s blood splattered in an odd way that makes it look like half a butterfly wing, deeply staining the otherwise pure white kimono, and deep bruises around her throat like a rope. She glances away to follow the others with her eyes.]

They... use birds sometimes, in mines. To make sure it’s okay. If nothing happens to the birds, then it’s safe for people to go in. [Her voice is a little hoarse from disuse, and her words might be a bit nonsensical until she looks from those in the lead to focus on Guangyao again and explain further.] So long as those birds we’re following don’t drop, then we should be safe enough too.