Amalia
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
The voice continues to call from within the darkened room, the source of it still invisible but responsive, alive. Glancing over uncertainly at Ronin, Amalia considers her options. "I can't see anything. One of us should stay in view of the door..."watching stars collide
Trailing off, the Shield reaches up to unwind her scarf from around her neck. The fabric isn't long enough to make much of a rope, but it's knitted and a worthy sacrifice for the cause of not getting trapped in the Spire. Giving the astral projection an edge of the unspooling garment, Amalia looks seriously at Ronin. "I'm going to go in deeper. Hold onto this. I'll pull it four times if I need help."
Without waiting for him to answer, Amalia walks further into the room. This was her terrible idea, and she cannot risk him being lost in the dark with her. "I'm coming to help you. Keep talking - who are you? How did you get here?"
Amalia unspools her scarf and asks Ronin to hold one end and stay in view of the door. She goes in deeper and looks for the source of the voice.
