She mostly ignores that and continues towards the tower.

" They won't hurt us. Probably. "

Ash never complained, but they could see the iron everywhere was taking a toll on him, including the iron the packrats were carrying on their backs, but he didn't say so.

Lise moved away from Ash so her packrat wouldn't hurt him.

,, Are you okay? ,, Isiea checks.

"We'll see, won't we?"

The twisted landscape went on. They passed pools of molten lava, bubbling, and shimmering with heat. Smokestacks loomed overhead, belching great spouts of black pollution that writhed into the yellow-gray sky. Lightning arched and crackled across blinking metal towers, and the air hummed with electricity. Pipes crisscrossed the ground, leaking steam from joints and valves, and black wires slashed the sky overhead. The tang of iron, rust, and smog clogged Ash's throat and burned his nose.

Despite all of that, Lise waa wondering where all the lava was coming from. Especially so many pools of it. Although she was a bit worried about ash, and whether he would be strong enough to fight.

She stays silent.

Ash spoke very little, stumbling on with grim determination. Technically, Isiea was doing this to him; it was her contract that bound him to help, even though it was slowly killing him. But they couldn't turn back, and they could only watch, helpless, as Ash struggled to continue. His breath rasped painfully in his throat, and he grew paler by the hour.

She stays silent, simply continuing forward.