Gregor watches Bel for a long, frozen moment, his dark eyes hard and his expression utterly unreadable. He appears to teeter on the edge of decision, weighing Bel's words in his mind as he searches their face for... something. He straightens, eventually, and appears to have found it, whatever it is.

"All right," he says simply, his chin lifting and the tension draining slowly out of his shoulders. "How do we get back?"