Head still swimming, at least he wasn't actually swimming any longer. Wherever they were, it was dry like a desert. However, what haunted Beren more was how they got here in the first place. The last thing he remembered was swimming to catch up to Jocasta, who's limp form was being pulled into the abyssal depths of the underworld lake. He rubbed his head and groggily asked "What happened?" as the earring drones he gifted to Jocasta lit up like fireflies and twirled around them to illuminate the small chamber. It also basked Jocasta's pretty face in light, showing his looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You were being a numbskull." She said, pushing him, albeit playfully. The woman then squared her shoulders and thrust her chest out in an attempt to mimic Beren, as if she did not already have a considerable chest herself. "Oh I'm Beren, I'm big, handsome, and strong and I'm going to throw myself into danger to save Jo without any backup plan!" Her imitation was not horrible, but she did speak with a clumsier, dimwitted cadence to drive the point home, before she deflated and crossed her arms. " Now, did we learn anything?" 

"You think I'm handsome?" He replied, fluttering his lashes.

"Don't be fake with me!" She reprimanded, leaping on him to wrestle. Beren cried out as the two tumbled. It was hard to tell when Jocasta was serious at first, but he knew now she was just worried, trying to play it off as scolding. "Bet those abs aren't even real! Oh, wait no they are. But you still get what I mean!"

"Hey! Me saving you has worked so far! I'm not the one that got sucked down by a water spirit!" He shot back, rolling ontop of her. 

"Don't use that wording!" She said, but she was laughing. "I've saved you plenty!" 

"You ha-" He was going to assure her, but she sneezed, and there was a puff of smoke that stung his senses for the quickest moment. Somewhere in that instant, he couldn't feel her under him anymore, and when he heard her clearing her throat, he turned to the left to see her bowing theatrically, a cloth in her hand. Beren was speechless for a second, impressed. "How did you do that?" 

She lifted the cloth, wrapped it around her rump and grabbed the other end, pulling it back and forth. Beren realized it was the sarong he had given her. "You sure you were raised by dwarves? Every time you find something valuable you give it away." She said with a wink. 

He gave her a lopsided smile. "Just to you." 

Her humor fled, and there was actually a blush on her face. As much as he wanted to pursue further, the enclosed chamber with what probably had limited air was not the place to do it. He got to his feet and wiped sand off his chest and shoulders. Jocasta followed his gaze to the wall, and the the earrings flew closer, lighting up the sandstone to reveal pictogram inscriptions lining the wall. Beren did not recognize him, but Jocasta seemed drawn to it. "Speaking of dwarves, remember when I translated dwarf runes for you? Your turn..."