(She takes it automatically, smoothing her thumb over the back of his knuckles and tries to think. The whispering, the... back in the room, where they'd fought all the cultists and something had been murmuring in the shell of her ear the entire time. Where had that come from?)

Okay, (she says, distracted,) okay. Uh...

(It had, she presumed, been coming from the room that they were standing in. Some kind of trap, present only to serve as distraction while they had been fighting. More than a few times she'd almost lost herself to listening to it and nearly been hit by somebody.)

The two that we left behind must have triggered something. I can– I'll find them, put them down. (That should make it stop.) D'you think they'll still be in the same place as before?