A number of options run through her head, when coming to stand before the gate demanding sacrifice. What kind of sacrifice, how chaotic, how mean? Would it be satisfied if she nicked her finger, or does it expect her to slice open her palm?

Or, worse than that, would it demand she do it to Licyn - or vice versa.

She turns to him and notes his shifty look and blinks. "Are you - are you suddenly unsure you want to be here?"