Tempe blinked at him quietly as he flinched away from her touch, keeping her palm settled gently over his heart before she reached into her bag and grabbed a bandage roll. She listened silently as he spoke, wrapping the stark-white fabric around his chest until it was tight and tied off. She set it back in her bag, keeping her gaze off his face and on his chest. She took another glance up at him and swallowed a breath as he stood and walked away. She watched him stalk off for a moment before she grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and following him at a brisk pace without a word. She blinked in surprise as a golden light filtered through the room, moving closer.

"...If I recall, dumb, creepy skeleton kid was your quote. Not mine." She said softly, reaching into the compartment and withdrawing both symbols of power before she turned to face him, finally looking him in the eyes, her ice blue ones calm as they bored into his. "I don't think you're dumb. Or creepy. I think you're pretty smart, and I think you know what you're doing. That's why I follow you. I do, however, think you're an asshole. But not," She paused, then reached forward and slid her fingers over the scar on his chest, following the grooves of the skull. "This much of an asshole." She said, her voice vaguely teasing. After, she withdrew her hand and shifted the trident into her previously free hand, offering it to him.

Zephyr cast a glare in her direction at her first words. "Untrue and unhelpful. Those were your first words that I quoted later." He answered curtly, looking at the glowing symbols of power. He arched a black eyebrow at her words, looking completely unconvinced. "Well, you think mostly wrong, I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing." He snorted, shaking his head slightly at her later words. "That's what I specialize as." Zephyr smiled slightly, taking the trident and studying it for a moment. "Now for my father's helm." He stated, after the moment of silence, turning to look deeper in the cave before looking out. "I don't think it is in here. I can sense it though. It is close." He announced, closing his eyes for a moment. "Very close." Zephyr moved out of the cave, towards the lighter dark.

"No, I called you a shadow-creep. Big difference." Tempe mocked, watching him quietly. "You seem like it." She shrugged, taking a small breath at the feeling of energy running through her veins. She glanced at the cylinder in her hands, containing the lightning bolt. Just being near was enough to send electricity shooting through her spine. She watched the capsule for a few more moments before tearing her gaze away and bag to her companion. "You're good at that, at least." She joked, tucking the capsule in her bag and pausing as he continued. "Hold on. Zeph," She called, the nickname slipping out of her mouth as she followed him, setting her hand on his arm as she caught up. "Didn't that seem... too easy to you?" She asked hesitantly, giving him a worried look.

"Okay, great, so you clarified you called me a different rude thing. Amazingly big difference." Zephyr rolled his eyes, glancing at the trident in his hand again and wincing. He had always hated water, ever since his mom died drowning. And he had never liked Posideon either. "At least I'm good at something." he said drily as he thought about where the next thing might be. At the nickname he looked back with narrowed eyes, but the words did register. "Yes, yes it did. But what are we supposed to do about it? Sit around and hope it gets harder?" He asked, tilting his head. "In my opinion the best course of action is to move on and roll with the punches when they come." Zephyr stated firmly.

"There is a big difference. You pulled that quote from your own mouth, not mine. I don't like words being put in my mouth." Tempe huffed, a slightly sour expression on her face. Her heart rate was slightly increased from the mere presence of the bolt, and she felt... overly energetic. Bouncy. Lighthearted, strong.

She frowned at him for his response to her question. She watched him finished and sighed, shaking her head. "You're acting like I said we should do nothing but sit down because it seemed too easy. I wanted to talk it through with you, not get your plan shoved down my throat." She huffed, dragging a hand down her face as she walked and glancing around. "You don't even want to attempt to speculate why it was so easy?" She asked, a slightly unsettled look on her face.

Zephyr lifted a hand. "Okay, I surrender. No need to turn into a fire breathing dragon." He stated with a small snort, his Hand tingling as he held to trident. He couldn't wait to finally grasp the helm... he wondered what he would feel like holding that. Empowered? Sick? Stronger? Zephyr didn't know, and Tempe's words brought him back. He came to a halt, turned, planting his back on the wall, and lifted his eyebrows. "Okay then, you're the boss. Speculation time. Not shove my plan down your throat time. Duly noted." He resisted another snort, and crossing his arms because that would hurt. "I suspect Cronos has an amazing plan to murder us in horrible ways, I suspect he wanted to make these two easy to get out hopes and confidence up, and I suspect the helm is in a much harder place guarded by him. OR pieces of him? I dunno if he put himself back together yet. Honestly if you think about it, wouldn't you rather fight one big Cronos than a million tiny Cronos's?" He asked with a small smile, though it was tense.

"I wasn't-" T started, huffing at him afterward and giving up on any defense of herself. She glared at him as he halted to lean against the wall, setting her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrows at him as he spoke. Her hip was popped slightly to the side in a classic, feminine, 'Really?' Pose. She stayed quiet until he finished, looking a little worn thin by him in general. She didn't even crack a smile at the stupid joke at the end, shaking her head with a sigh and pinching the bridge of her nose. "For one, you can walk and talk." She scoffed, continuing to walk. "Two... I would choose the little pieces any day." She shrugged, curling her arms around herself quietly as she continued walking. She seemed to have given up on conversation.

Zephyr sighed as his efforts, and, well, not efforts, got him an incredible nowhere. "I can walk and talk, but I prefer standing and talking. It is just so much easier on me." He rolled his eyes, sounding sarcastic. At her answer he let out a snort, turning to follow her. They soon were out of the cave, where he paused. "Now I know I'm not the best partner in terms of horrible jokes, but seriously, any plan? I definitely understand and have the same concerns about the whole way too easy thing." Zephyr inquired, tilting his head as his black eyes studied her blue ones. Such opposites, yet still someone thought they could achieve the impossible. +That someone is crazy+ he thought grumpily, his mind flashing to Chiron.

"Must be more convenient for your lack of braincells. It takes less mind power." Tempe scoffed, glancing at him as he followed her out of the cave. She shrugged at his question, letting out a slow breath and trying not to choke on the rancid smell. It was still just as terrible as before. She held his gaze evenly, observing him for a few moments as she spoke. She wasn't one to back down from eye contact. "Not really. Just try to figure it out as we go, really. I mean, is there really any way to plan for something like this?" She shrugged.

Zephyr took in another slow breath. Someone would have to be .. realistic and mature for this to work. If she wanted to insult him he would just have to take that- and shut up. "There isn't any great plan, of course, but we could try to figure something out." Zephyr answered in an even tone, the slight hint of irritation in his voice hidden. He wanted to leave this stinking place, go back, tell Chiron he couldn't finish, and leave. The stench was especially horrible when he had to keep breathing to not burst into angry retorts at Tempe's less-than-kind responses. He ran a hand through his black hair and turned away with a small sigh. "If you think there's no plan for this then the best thing would be to keep moving." He finally stated, closing his eyes a moment and feeling a tug from the darkness to his left. The sour wind still whistled through his hair, like someone giant was still breathing, but he could still tell something powerful was over there. Casting a glance at Temperence before walking towards the feeling, Zephyr prayed it really was the helm.