They walked in silence.
The noise of the shifting maze had faded into a dull, distant hum, but the quiet that replaced it felt heavier.
Aela stayed half a pace behind Devvyn, her hand resting near her hip where her weapon usually sat, her eyes fixed on the flagstones ahead. She hadn't said a word since they left the corridor, and every time her boots scraped too loudly against the stone, her shoulders flinched.
Devvyn didn't try to fill the silence. He kept his eyes moving, tracing the seams in the walls, watching the high, shadowed ceilings and listening for the telltale clack of claws or the grinding of hidden gears.