When Sinead woke the next day, Dalethria kept the promise to begin teaching her the safe paths through the caverns. The one they were using now was Dalethria's favorite and most traveled as the acidic waters rarely touched these walls after the storms receded. It was a general rule because there were times that violent storms would sweep through the caverns with unpredictable speed, but those were the days she remained holed up in her self-made home to ride it out until she sensed that danger passed.

Dalethria emphasized that the paths had to be memorized. There could be no permanent markings as the volatile waters would wash away any reminders and pointed out significant rock formations that would serve as identifiers. Along the way she pointed out fresh water pools and how long Sinead could remain in these areas to rest and as her power grows, she would learn to judge the changes in weather and trust her instincts when danger approached. She repeated and emphasized as necessary to facilitate this pertinent information to memory.

Once outside the sun glistened off Dalethria's black armor. She always wore it outside the caves for protection and intimidation. Scavengers feared the imposing image, a sight that Sinead was familiar with when they first met and witnessed first hand how the Imperials lost their nerve and panicked in her presence.

She regarded Sinead and nodded. "Lead the way, little vele."

Sinead would recognize this entrance as the one she had retreated to over a week ago.