[He just couldn't stand only being outside at night; she must cut him some slack!! (Or he could try to make an actual effort in getting healing treatments more often, but who has time for that?) However the fog truly is so thick that he'd probably get away with only faint symptoms before covering himself back up.

As they carefully steer the raft closer to the light - not too close, just close enough to follow it at the same distance as it floats along - he strains to see it properly through his dark-tinted visor.]

I think it's a lantern... but there's a will'o'wisp accompanying it, yeah. Oh! Look, there's another lantern.

[He points ahead where a second faint light floats a little farther in the distance. On an impulse he looks back... and sure enough there's another one appearing from the fog. He holds his rudder still for a moment.]

I'm not sure if it's safe to follow them. These look like lures. But...

[Something isn't adding up. The few will'o'wisps he can see flitting around seem to be far more preoccupied with the lanterns than with Rinea and him - as a matter of fact they're completely ignoring them. And the lanterns don't meander like an enticing apparition, they rather seem to follow a fixed pattern.]

I don't understand what they're doing.