Lemm doesn't explain why. They decide they aren't going to be stubborn enough to argue, lightly squeezing his hand back.

Their free claws draw over the drop. No, they'd melt down the whole thing. Also, the Snail Shaman is there, and they certainly don't want to accidentally lash out at them somehow.

They eventually drift back to the Ancient Basin. They gesture loosely to--alright, not the Abyss, they almost certainly won't react well should any of the Lord of Shades rouse there, but to the tunnels on its left. (Their Lost Kin is still marked by a shiny red pin.) It wouldn't be the most comfortable place to rest, but it'd still be better than around anyone, and past spikes to keep from interruptions.