Wanda was used to the heat, she preferred it even, but this was fowl. Even without having to smell the gunk, the heat was oppressive. Holding the spell to keep and and Brock from breathing any of it in was easy enough. An after thought as she trudged through the slick.
"Shouldn't someone be maintaining this?" she asked once they had far left Nix behind.
"It wouldn't be that difficult to automate something. I bet I could invent a self-sustaining sewer roomba." Wanda watched the back of his helmet as he talked, but he fell quiet in thought as soon as the idea of his invention came to mind.