He was a quiet companion, a strange one at that, and normally Keyuri had, obviously, no discomfort with those who were quiet. It was just in the darkness that the silence only emphasized the dark, emphasized the strange and the unknown. The stairs loomed in front of them, this continued descent of darkness that Keyuri wished was over already.
At least they were making good headway over the distance, and her arm in his meant that her steps did not falter so when they turned, with a small extension of trust that he'd held in the right direction already extended. If mentally unspoken of. "It is a big ship, no doubt they are working as fast as they can to repair the issues."