They stay behind him, half-a-step, at a guard's pace. As though there's anything left to protect from. As though they'd surely be capable of defending against something truly dangerous.

The Relic Seeker's words are committed to memory, spoken nearly like an order, though the scope of it is beyond their understanding. It's up to the ones around them to alter their terms to change them until they are not 'stuck'. Why--a Vessel has no need to be capable of change on its own.

They tilt their head to look at him.

The water from above gathers in the mask's crack and blinded eye. They know little of what they are expected to be, anymore.

They wait for a question.