The vibrations of Skulduggery's movement made Gabe's moth instincts shy, but then there was a sudden brightness out of the corner of Gabe's mothly vision, brighter than the dim luminescence of Skulduggery's torch. It took a moment for Gabe to realise it was, it must have been, a flame.

He laughed, or puffed pheromones equivalent to a mothly laugh, and spiraled in toward the light. As soon as he was near enough he could sense the broadness of the wall and floor on his sides. Only one of them had a crack in it.

Without needing any help at all, Gabe overrode the moth's instincts to depart from the flame and fluttered down to the floor, scuttling underneath under his own power.

[to here.]