[Slowly, carefully, in case the wood is more rotten than it seems, Caitlyn picks herself up and examines the balcony doors behind her. They look about as sturdy as the staircase leading up to them, full of rot and probably not at all difficult to break.

Still moving carefully so as not to risk breaking the planks beneath her feet, she puts her shoulder to the doors and pushes. She backs up slightly and tries again with more force, this time slamming her shoulder into the doors. Once again, she can't help but think that this would be easy for Vi. One more hard ram of her shoulder and the doors creak and groan and splinter, and Caitlyn stumbles through into the dark, mildewy interior of the upper floor.]

There's a banister in here. Toss me the rope, I'll tie it off. You can put knots in the rope at intervals to make hand-holds for yourself, that'll make it easier for you to hold on to it. I can use the banister for leverage and haul you up. [That will be the easiest way to go about it, she imagines, though it's certainly not without risk.]