At first, Gale wanted to call Mellorine crazy for such an event, but then again, how many chances would come up like this in a life-time? Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as one would think if it were more calm. A bit wet, and humid, admittedly, but nonetheless something one could get used to. "Ugh, fine." Gale said, running after Mellorine, following him towards the open maw.