[The sass, he didn't particularly miss. But, then, it has been rubbing off on him, so maybe there's a piece of him that's glad for the familiarity. Wylan takes a breath, calming his nerves.]
Dead ahead, got it.
[Whatever that buzzing noise is, he'll just have to push it to the back of his mind. Instead, he places one foot in front of the other, heel to toe. One, two, three, until he feels the terrain beneath him change. In a way, not being able to see is good. It's less distracting. He can focus on feelings and sounds and Kaz' instructions.]
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Dead ahead, got it.
[Whatever that buzzing noise is, he'll just have to push it to the back of his mind. Instead, he places one foot in front of the other, heel to toe. One, two, three, until he feels the terrain beneath him change. In a way, not being able to see is good. It's less distracting. He can focus on feelings and sounds and Kaz' instructions.]
What next?