[It's a simple task to make their way to the basins, where the newly created split greets them. The headache as they venture deeper is a nuisance, adding to the tension in the mild frown she wears when her especially heightened senses ping at the presence of others through the rain.
Her eyes flit to Sabo, a muted question—has he noticed, too?]
Tia and Sabo ❄️🔥
Her eyes flit to Sabo, a muted question—has he noticed, too?]