Solipsis grunts, his pale features twisting into a distasteful grimace as they trudge across the stream of blood.  The smell of it was the worst thing, and he knew it would be with them for hours.  He grits his teeth against the disgusting feel and smell, forging energetically on, exiting it as quickly as possible.  The feel of his leggings, soaked with blood, against his skin is unpleasant.<em>I hope I can find a change of clothes somewhere.</em>An alarming though occurs to him.<em>And some real water.</em><br/><br/>As they stumble into the cave, Solipsis squints, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.  He turns suddenly as a voice calls out, his head craning, attempting to see the speaker.  He takes a quick glance at their strange guide, the hornet, before answering himself.  "Who's there?"  He calls.  "We're just seeking shelter."