A moment to restock, to be thoroughly vexed by the venatori trio giving them the slip, to rest. To consider their next move as they consider how it is they are to enter. At first Adelaide says nothing, weighing the effort she's expanded in the earlier fighting versus what it would take to make the path clear and safe. Reluctantly downing a lyrium potion Adelaide summons a wisp for herself with a wave of one hand and strides to the edge of the bridge. Platform to platform, gap to gap. What needs to be filled, what needs support. It is something she could, in theory, manage on her own- but it would leave her a weary liability for the remainder of the mission.

With both Martel and Ruby inside? She cannot overextend herself in such a manner. "Merrill?"

She calls over her shoulder, inclining her head. "Could I borrow you and your vines for a moment?"

Connect the platforms with vines, entwine the ice in a laced overlay- a stable bridge for them to cross. Simple enough.