Cael, for his part, only nommed away at the pancake-like bread, since it contained two things he really liked: grains and berries, both of which were traditional offerings for his kind. Though, usually the grains took the form of boiled cereal grains; porridge. It was close enough, though, given their circumstances.<br/><br/>After he had his fill, he ended up taking a brief nap. It was around the time when the others were starting to leave that he stirred from it, and flitter-fluttered about. He zoomed through the air, fast as a gnat, and caught up with them easily enough, hauling a single dried berry along with him with both of his hands.<br/><br/>The darkness of the tunnel did not bother him all that much. Magic meant he could just amplify his natural light to make things bright and cheerfully colored! Except, you know, try as he might, nothing happens. That was depressing! "Flix flax," The Fae murmured, in what one may assume is some sort of Faerie swear, based simply on the tone he used. "I want my magic. Is my magic hiding down here?"<br/><br/>He zoomed, perhaps carelessly, ahead of them all, apparently not bothered by either the heat or the smell.