His eyes glint in the dark the way a cat's might, but otherwise he sees no more than Abby could with training and familiarity. Abby seems to be keeping alert for another fight, ready to pull her weapon at the next sign of a disturbance, so Talin decides to trust her and not divide his attention. He keeps his focus on their environment as they move, eyes peeled for the subtle shimmer of fade that signifies active magic, ears tuned for the hushed movement of air that means a hidden door—

and then he stops in his tracks, eyebrow raised, intrigued and even, ever so slightly, impressed.

"Worse?"

He'll answer the why of it all in a moment, please explain.