Not completely idle, one of Dyra's feet lazily trace across the surface of the water, where all manner of cave fish, some blind, some not, follow its motions.<br/><br/>"You won't be intruding," she murmurs quietly, "Just me and my little friends here."<br/><br/>She pauses for a long while after listening to Zanthus' request. "If you will have me, I would be happy to escort you. As to the surface... I guess we will face that when we reach it. Whoever is coordinating the battle up there should know we are coming first, otherwise I fear we would be slaughtered by our otherwise allies."<br/><br/>"You worship the Goddess Zanthus" she says suddenly, "How did you come to her army?"