You cross the countryside, following ancient roads and fording small rivers where you have to. Candle sleeps as much as she can, her perpetual distrust easing and at one point is sleeping with her head on Ben's lap. When she wakes, her fiery temper years again, but it doesn't last long.
No one really knows these lands. The rifts have made strange what was once minutely mapped, and strange edifices rise, and deep chasms fall, as recent and ancient horrors reshaped the land. Candle, having fled this way, if any of her stories are true, does not know the ways that Echo might traverse, so you are left to B making it up.
Tipolei and Kai watch from above, the former scrapped to the roof like the crows nest of a sailing ship, the latest with periodic flights before his long naps in the cargo hold. No one, or nothing, gives you pause or hinders you.
After three days, you've been retracing your way along forested ravines, finding ways past undesirable terrain, when Candle let's you know she recognizes the area.
"There. That split hill top. The town is on the west side of that." She can tell you little about the hive itself, having fled before it was fully established.