Vonsim, for several long moments, is silent. He fidgets, made immediately evident by the soft jingling of the bells on his sleeves. She's right, of course; as his guide in all of this, she's not led him astray so much as once, even in the wake of both the wonders and terrors of this home.
He takes in a breath, slow, and lets it out just as slowly, before he nods.
"...I--- you're right," He relents, quieter this time. "It's difficult, but... it's necessary. I-I know, were the mountain to provide another way, it would be easier not to. You are given much, and--- when there isn't enough, all that can be done is to survive by any other means."
Survival in the wake of so many things that would try to see otherwise is something he's familiar with, even if he's never had to take this particular route through it before.
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He takes in a breath, slow, and lets it out just as slowly, before he nods.
"...I--- you're right," He relents, quieter this time. "It's difficult, but... it's necessary. I-I know, were the mountain to provide another way, it would be easier not to. You are given much, and--- when there isn't enough, all that can be done is to survive by any other means."
Survival in the wake of so many things that would try to see otherwise is something he's familiar with, even if he's never had to take this particular route through it before.