[ Silco doesn't have to feel the assurance to project it, and after such a harrowing experience, he has to project the sort of confidence that Jinx relied on. She'd always needed him, after all -- just like he'd always needed Jinx. They were two against the rest of the world, Piltover and the lot of them who thought they could just be abandoned and drowned in the darkness, left to fester and rot.

He straightened, slower than Jinx, but just as eager to get out of here. He looked over his shoulder once, just to make sure they weren't being followed -- he didn't trust any of them out there, and it's a suspicious eye that looked back over the landscape of bodies in the trees roots, and then back at Jinx. ]

We might need someone rather... adept at gadgetry to make that happen. [ He said, with that odd paternal tone he seemed to often take with Jinx. ] You don't happen to know anybody, do you?