After a few minutes he joined her inside the cave, without light the interior would've been pitch black. Though instead, a faint cerulean aura illuminated a corner of the small room. He approached her slowly, before she tucked away whatever she was looking at in her saddle bag, then floating it off to the side. She curled up on the bed facing away from him, and cut off her magic, leaving Atchmon to navigate the rest of the cave in the pitch black.