[ Jaune watches Laios plucking eyeballs from the wall with an odd look in his own that isn't only about being uncomfortably aware of the lingering salty residue still coating his tongue. It is mostly about that, but...

He wouldn't be. Would he? Of course not. Except...?

But then, where would Jaune get off, judging? Doesn't Palamedes do all kinds of wet things with his magic? Hasn't he seen Ariane conjure rooms stickier and more organic than this with her power? What kind of friend would he be to her if he turned around and acted like someone else was giving him the willies with light Implications? Especially when that person is in the middle of giving him a compliment that makes him, belatedly, flush pink at the tips of his ears. ]

I wouldn't say th-

[ He starts, embarrassed, and then loops his hand over the back of his neck as that, too, gets warm. He's supposed to be trying harder about accepting it when people say nice things to him. ]

I mean. Uh. Thank you. Thanks to both of us. Plenty...plenty of thanks to go around...

[ Well. It's a work in progress. He sidles up closer to Laios and peers around into the next room, which seems to hold a plinth with some writing on it he can't quite make out at this angle and distance. ]

It doesn't look too bad in there? [ He lets out a small sigh. ] Which probably means it's a trap, huh.

I should go first, I think. I can heal, so...