Without a word, Dehkaz stepped from the busy Le-Koroan street to the receded entryway of one of an average-sized, stone-faced shop that looked like it hadn't been occupied since before the fall of Makuta. He turned his head back, one guantleted hand on the plain wooden door, his violet eyes searching in an area behind Naona, looking to see that their passage hadn't drawn any attention. After a moment, he seemed satisfied, and pushed the door open to let a pillar of daylight crawl into the dusty room on the other side. Dehkaz stepped in quickly, his footsteps sending puffs of dust swirling around the lowly-lit room.
The building itself looked to be a shop of some sort, or at least, it may have been some time in the distant past. Now, Fikou webs and rot covered shelves rather than goods, possibly why it went out of business. The crystalline windows looked cracked, and haphazardly nailed in planks covered a few of them. There wasn't much in terms of furniture within the shop, and the floorboards creaked in protest to the two Toa's armored footsteps.
All in all, it was a rather strange place for a seasoned guard to camp out, Dehkaz didn't even like shopping.
"This way," Dehkaz said to his counterpart, making his way behind a counter with a few widgets just as old as it scattered across it's surface, where another door, this one noticeably handleless, was set into the wall. Though Dehkaz didn't push this one open, instead, he simply lifted his hand, and focused on a spot on it's worn face. Less than a moment later, the unmistakable sound of the mechanisms of a lock falling into place sounded from the far side, and the door opened on it's own accord.
Behind this door was a room starkly different from the one that lead to it. In fact, it was hard to believe they were in the same building at all. For one, there wasn't a speck of dust to be found. And there was the fact that this room did have goods. If one was shopping for weapons.
Along the walls hung enough of them to outfit a small army, or maybe, two heavily armed guards. The various pieces of equipment were interspaced by an assortment of parchments, forming a collage of paper connected to one another by red ink lines.
"I've been, uh, busy," Dehkaz confessed after a moment, shrugging.
The woman stopped, her expression freezing between forming some choice words and straight out disbelief. Her gaze defocused, staring at a spot that no one else could see.
"...Skyra..." She echoed, though it was clear Mihlra wasn't talking to the Toa of Air before her.
"N-no, it can't, you can't..." She protested in a voice that didn't convince herself, "You're dead..."