[ The concept of going back down into the pit draws a silent sigh from her, dry lips parted and eyes rolling up until she closes them. Is that anxiety, or relief? To escape would be sweet, but then there is the threat of the return journey. Should anything go smoothly? ]

Alive, yes. With the talismans, or what would the point have been?

[ Her nails, one broken, scratch a bit at her sleeve while she slowly opens her eyes to look from him to beyond their little cage. Will the bats return? She might not mind anymore. As dangerous to her as dogs, she thinks. ]

If this succeeds, and we see things as they are, will you be so quick to return to the citadel? The illusions may reach far.