Syrlya's mostly been silent since their descent. Holding a portal open this long is hard, it's harder for him to focus on what's around him and he's getting a headache. It's becoming hard to feel the other end, and he's largely relying on the guidance of the light and his companions.

"What?" He turns his head up then squints around at the shadows. They're... different, aren't they. "Oh. To establish we aren't a threat?"