Emmalina greatly appreciates his hint taking. First, it's nice of him, and second, then she doesn't have to be mean to him, which would be horribly ungrateful. He gets a small but appreciative smile for his tact.

The group emerges from the caves almost entirely unmolested, except for the usual attacks of cave-walls-in-darkness. A couple times there were eager shouts of beasts glimpsed in corners, but if such even existed, they seemed to have the sense not to bother quite this many knights and promptly disappeared. Arriving at the entrance- exit?- of the caves is anticlimatic, but very bright.

Emmalina covers her eyes with her hands, hissing with annoyance. "...sun," she grumbles. "Sun, ow."