Tyzias groans, weakly socking Dust in the arm. It’s like getting slapped with a wet tissue. But despite her apparent consternation, Tyzias is smiling ever so slightly. The Prankster’s Gambit moves a tick in Dust’s favor.

That being said, there’s no way she’s splitting up with Dust, especially with the ominous mist billowing everywhere. Hell, considering the magical nature of the cheap horror FX, there’s a solid chance she’ll lose track of Dust if she takes her eyes off him. “C’mon, you idiot. Left first.” She grabs his hand to make sure that he won’t be separated before striking towards the left corridor.