[ They respond to his question with not much more than a sigh and a wave of their hand - obviously they're fine. It's just a little chip. They're surprised the ice here could break them like that, but they do guess there's a degree of magic going on here.

When he comes back with the fragment, they sit up half way to make sure there isn't some random little piece missing from it, glancing between their wound and the shard. ]

You hold onto it. [ They mutter, pulling their knee up to brush some ice stuck in the highs and lows of the fracture. ] There's nothing that can be done about it now, anyway...

[ Slowly, their eyes drift around the room for any sort of change that might make it obvious how to get out of here. Not that they're expecting one. For all they know, there is no way out of here, and the two of them are doomed to go around in circles until one of them either gets smashed to bits or freezes to death. ]

Well? Are we supposed to keep going through those? This floor won't hold if we keep getting sent back here.

[ They return their gaze to him, looking for his opinion and for him to make an executive decision. It comes naturally to them to follow, especially when it comes to those with strong personalities, and they don't think much of it. ]