The dark black that colored the skin of his hands was more in visible due to a lack of gloves, leading up to and vanishing under the sleeves of a hooded jacket. Claws so very sharp and a similar color with the smallest bits of dark blue here and there along skin. The Noctaere corruption followed him even in dreams, seeming to move a little like shadows within shadows; easy to mistake for a trick of their conjured lights.

"You get used to it," dryly for the but it's still complete bullshit implied but not said.

A nod, straightening up a little as his free hand went above his head, all the better for a reliable warning if his was about to hit something hanging low, or even reach the low ceiling of the tunnel.

"Damn right," time to fuck it up, even if they had to go so much deeper in here to get to it. Had that light handing just beside an ear to try and help see in this dark, letting out a low growl just under his breath—

"Just have to tread carefully, make sure the only thing getting crushed here is it."