'So what does this great Expanse give out to its great adventurers?'
{Patience, young padawan.}
"What ya thinking about?"
Kai nudged Zeke, his voice cutting through the cave's damp silence.
"The loot." Zeke's gaze stayed fixed ahead, where faint magical energies pulsed in the dark. "About to find out if this trip was worth it."
"Low dopamine?" The teasing edge in Kai's voice dropped just slightly—genuine concern bleeding through.
"Heh. Focus on the loot." Zeke pointed ahead. They'd reached the pile.
{Classic fool.}
'It's just low dopamine. Why make a big deal out of it?'
{You should try accepting care without deflecting it into a joke.}
{When your dopamine level drops, you carry this terrible aura. It affects the people who care about you. You looked like someone who had lost the world.}
{How do you crash after just a few seconds of running around like that?}
'Maybe because I was running on the last embers. A little silence, and it snuffed out.'
