[ Staring at the hole, Clara looks at Caitlyn, then back into the well of darkness. ]

I'll go. You saved my life earlier, so if there's a chance to return the favor...just make sure you back out as soon as you can.

[ Once the sword is in her hand again, it shrinks back down so that she can easily fit it back into her pocket. It was a gift (?) from the pit of weapons what feels like years ago now, and it's come in handy more than once.

Squaring her shoulders, Clara looks up and hoists herself into the hole, feeling exactly as claustrophobic as she always thought she would while watching cave diving videos. The sides of the wall are sludgy, but she doesn't feel any effects from it, so she calls out behind her the best she can. ]

No mold so far, just don't think about the texture.