[Happy enough to accept an explanation for his training of the gate guardian later, Eurydice instead concentrates on staying on his back through his leaps and bounds, hair and chiton flying behind them.]

I feel as though I'm climbing out of a deep sleep. That edge between sleeping and waking where your limbs are light as air but you're dragging them through water... and I can feel myself growing warmer, because the wind of our passing is chilled.

[Her words are spoken near his ear as he carries her forth, so he'll likely feel her nod at his next question.]

Yes, I can run, and I can climb. You need only say the word.

[Eurydice rather liked Persephone, from what little she saw of the woman. But it wouldn't surprise her that a hero of Herc's ilk would simply abscond with anyone else he deemed in need of rescue, so if luck is with them, they'll make it to the surface unimpeded, or with only those that the mighty hero can overcome in their way.

Her thoughts are also very much not on the Kindly Ones.

Or on the wind that has picked up behind them, moaning eerily in the distance.]