Raziel swims down, deep. He can see fine in the darkness and he assumes the young one can as well.

He pushes through a small, concealed hole, into a tunnel dimly lit by gently waving and fluorescing fungi. Raziel continues along, twisting his body just for the sheer enjoyment of moving as they swim.

He surfaces after some minutes into a dark cavern, where the only sound is the slow drip of forming stalactites and the only light comes from the underwater fungi. It's not big, but there's a a rocky area where a couple of people could make a camp. "Here. No sun, no heat, no maddening mortals."