[ Huh. That sure is his name. It might be that it feels like the first time, that there is something of a first in it.

There's excuse enough for Claude's distraction, at least: unlike Felix, he does like to stop and enjoy the view. The span of foothills is outright picturesque, and though the air is thinner at this altitude, the smattering of green from the hills and trees lends an earthy freshness to the air.

So while Felix pauses, Claude takes that moment to appreciate what surrounds them, and for once in his life not overthink something. That something of a first.

Then glancing to their feet, confirming the soundest step amidst the slanting gravel.

A breezy observation: ]

If you haven't gone too far in... how do you know, Felix?

[ Not his first time speaking his name, of course. Nothing to it, right? ]

It could open onto winding passages into the mountains or have the remains of a hapless traveler from the past. Until we check it out, our little cave of mystery could have anything.

[ Our, though by all rights, it should have just been your. ]