The work is quick, if not hurried. There are more than mushrooms here, and the light plays tricks. More than once, Solas barks his fingertips against something that looks like the yielding flesh of a fungal body, only to discover that it is rock, or merely shadow. By the time they're finished there is a low fog of dubious spores in the water, and a spreading patch of darkness where the glowing slugs have fled their presence.

Eventually, when her sack seems full, he grasps her shoulder and points upwards, towards the silvery-black surface. They are done.

The cave is, save for glimmers coming up from deep below, pitch black. The walls and stone roof are close enough by to touch, if they were to stand, but Solas only sets himself on the bare ledge nearest the water's edge, and leaves his feet dangling bare in the water. The air is remarkably sweet, almost dizzyingly so— and he is mystified by that until he feels the slickness under his hands. Plants, of a sort? They would renew the air... And they are in no position to complain, so long as it is breathable.

"Vhenan," He says when he head breaks the surface, reaching out to help her up beside him by way of greeting, "Come. Rest."

It had not been an especially strenuous swim, but the constant pressure, the danger, and the darkness of it, unbroken by any form of respite, was wearying. Even so, it was done, and soon their reward would be in hand.