Clara huffs in defiance and she tries to stand much taller than her barely over five feet allows.

"I'm not scared, sir." As if to prove her point she strides toward the door to inspect it. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as she can tell, although she can already tell the door is going to stick.

"I only know a very small handful of facts about wooden doors, but this one looks like it's swollen because of the water." Tugging at the handle, she looks back at Wrathion. "It isn't locked, just stuck. I think."