In the dim light, Jack could make out Mama's face. His sense of danger was overlaid with irrational fear and panic, which was taking all his will to beat back. He REALLY did not like being here.
Mama nudged him, and licked his hand, and for a fleeting moment, the dread of this room seemed to lift, even if the blackness did not. She was trying to get his attention, so he let her in as he gazed into the tiny twinkles of reflection her eyes made in the failing light.
She was full of confusion, curiosity and concern, but not so much fear. She wanted to know why he was overwhelmed with so much fear; there was nothing here to warrant it. He reminded her that his nose was terrible, and about how his eye was very good, which is how he got by. Realization dawned on her, as the confusion and worry gave way to understanding, and an almost maternal instinct. She radiated irony that she was helping her human with his problems, instead of the other way around. He felt it was the closest thing to dark humor she was capable of. He responded with a more complex message-- Mock 'dread' at the idea of finding out what she would want from him for the trouble later, to which the answer was even more darkly humorous-- "depends on how much trouble this is."
He just hoped whatever was in that darkness just outside the dim orange light Elf-girl was shining around was just his imagination running wild. He desperately hoped for that. Mama thought he was being silly; Human minds, with all their many layered thoughts, and something as simple as darkness could turn him into a frightened cub. With a combination of heavy irony, and a lot of "teasing", she affirmed that "mama" would take care of it for him. He hated to admit it, but it was reassuring to feel her calmness and confidence, even if she really didn't want to be here either. They agreed to stay within the light, but to let the others go first. Mama started sniffing at the floor, and jack did his best to look for traps on each section of floor as they moved.
He tried to just listen; Sometimes in the dark, you can learn a bit about the environment by listening, but all he could really hear was an intermittent popping noise, barely within hearing, and the echoing sounds of other people talking and scuffling their boots on the polished stone flooring. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
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