Wanting him to just give the answer, hmm? Well, that wouldn't do. So, keeping that slight smirk on his face, Revyn merely quietly watched for now, his attention, at least for a time, turning to the girl with the wolfos. Creatures that, he hoped, behaved themselves better than a certain other wolfos under his charge, left behind at the castle itself. If she wished to come, as it seemed, it could simply be up to her or the others, really; he himself had no input on the matter, but could guess that most, if not all, of the others may not understand her so well.

Well, but that, also, was their problem to solve.

Then... onward, hopping off the rock once it was ultimately being moved aside and calmly wandering along with the rest of them. His ears occasionally giving small twitches, alert as he liked to be in places like this in general. The room they came to, though... well, even he didn't terribly like it.

"Hmm. A small trial room, perhaps? Or perhaps... a miniature arena for onlookers above?" the Keaton mused, glancing up to the opening in the ceiling. Not the most... pleasant of thoughts, either of them, but he, at least, had come to occasionally see worse over his many years. "One might guess that the torch is the key... or could just as well be a trap made in rather poor taste. If there's a hole or anything of the sort I could slip through, do let me know, would you? I will simply be staying out of the way since it's rather... claustrophobic in here," he suggested. With that, then, he hopped easily enough to Marianne's shoulders, the fairly lightweight little fox settling himself there for risk of his tails in particular being trampled on were he to simply stay as he was.

Rularu nodded quietly at Marianne's concerned request; her asking Rularu to promise to be careful. "Of course I will. But you do the same. Hyrule would become a much bleaker place without you guiding it." She wasn't just saying that, either. She genuinely meant every word of it. If nothing else, Hyrule would be a much bleaker place for her without Marianne in it. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that meeting Marianne was the catalyst for Rularu's recent character growth. That meeting, however strange and sudden it was, put a lot of things into perspective for the Zora Princess, but beginning her slow-but-steady transition from a royal brat into the woman she is now.

Needless to say, Marianne was very important to the Zora Princess.

Regardless, she turned her attention to Dagg and others as they made an attempt to push the bounder aside. It proved much easier said than done, but, between the strength of Dagg and Marianne's Goron companion, as well as Marianne's spell, they were able to move it despite a lack of solid footing. However, it took everything Dagg had in him, but physically and mentally. He was in no condition to go diving into an ancient crypt. Rularu placed a hand on her Zora companion's side and case some healing magic, magical water washing over his body and soothing his aching muscles and restoring some of his stamina. Not enough to allow him to go with her, but enough to allow him to head back.

"You did good Dagg. Meet up with the others if you can, then head back to the domain. When I get back, I'll be sure to reward you personally." The mountain of a Zora nodded, giving a small grunt to Rularu before heading off. She almost regretted having already sent Riala and Tohma off, but, truth be told, she wasn't too upset about them leaving. This was going to be a dangerous undertaking, and the thought of losing either of them wasn't one she was thrilled with. Her father would understand. Probably. Nevertheless, she followed everyone inside, letting out a quiet sigh.

After what seemed like a lot of walking, they found themselves in some sort of small room with a torch in the center. No longer feeling the heat of the desert sun beating down on top of her, Rularu was more than eager to shed her cloak. It had done its intended purpose, but now, the magic was beginning to run out, and it was becoming cumbersome. Letting out a heavy sigh of relief, she watched as Marianne experimented with the torch, and readied herself to respond to anything that might happen at a moment's notice; whether the torch triggered some kind of trap or simply awakened a sleeping monster, she would be ready to defend herself. And the others, if need be.

Ah... ghosts. Or specters, or poes, perhaps, or... well, who cared what one was to call them. The point was, they were being, well... annoying. And here he was simply trying to relax and let others handle things for a bit, too.

"Really now... a bit of space, you lot," he huffed, flicking a tail to try and guide at least some of them away. Not that he'd expect it to do much -- he was no real strangers to things like this -- but it was always worth a thought. A placebo, if nothing else.

"Well, come now, people; the longer we stay, the worse this gets. Grab those lumps on the ground and follow along... in the interest of speed, I'll go so far as to give you the answer this time," he smirked, calmly hopping back down straight by one of the cogs upon the ground, then promptly up by one of the cracks in the wall, balancing himself easily enough with what footholds he had.

"Quickly, then, and I'll work out just where to slot them in. I'd do it myself, but the spacee is a bit... inconvenient for me to work in," he suggested, glancing for a few moments into the crack before his eyes fixed on just the cog that would appear to fit, by his estimation.

Ah... so he'd called it, hadn't he? Well, not that that was such a surprise, really. Even starting on the way down, he was already starting to idly roll a small ball of water along and between his tails, just in case.

Though even then, Revyn hadn't exactly expected it to be quite so... abrupt. Enough for the ball of water to momentarily slip from his tails, before being caught just enough to be sent right down below the lot of them. He didn't doubt some of them might have their own methods, of course... but a pressurized explosion of a simple enough Shabom-Boom -- or so he'd heard people calling it -- would likely do well enough to defer some of the fall, and deal with some of the fire while it was at it.

Not that it would be the most pleasant of falls even then, granted, but it would still be better than falling flat on the ground below.

Feeling good about helping solve the simply puzzle, and giving Vladimir a nod of thanks for his assistance with the large cog, Rularu quickly moved to the platform once it started to show signs of activating. As the platform moved, she listened quietly to the ongoing conversation, though she didn't really have anything to add to it. That said, she did raise an eyebrow as Marianne offered to tell what sounded like would be an amusing tale about her mentor. One that would unfortunately have to wait as the platform suddenly came to a halt, and then proceeded to plummet to the ground at a speed that left them suspended in the air just long enough for them to process what was happening.

As they began their fall, she looked to Marianne as she called out to her in worry, and responded in earnest. "Don't worry! I got this!" Is all she said, but the words came out in a tone of both confidence and reassurance. Then, as they drew closer to the ground, Rularu revealed why she was so confident. She'd been training since her dive into the Lakebed Temple; not just on how to fight better, but also expanding her range of magic. With a quick casting of Farore magic, she made herself as light as a feather, allowing her to descend safely without worrying about hurting herself.

But she wasn't done there, as she then immediately set her sights on the king, casting the same spell on him. He'd soon feel the same sense of weightlessness as they descended downward.
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Summary: Rularu casts Feather Fall on herself, then on Leon.