Crouching isn't comfortable in this gown since there are times where you have to make sacrifices, and tonight Araceli has sacrificed movement for fitting in, garbed to entice, to make sure she doesn't offend or ruffle any feathers and the edge of the corset digs in uncomfortably as she pats them down. That they're still warm is-- it is what it is, she supposes, and she has to turn the body over to continue the search to reveal that it's a young man who could probably be about ages with her and Korrin.

"A key." Of course she has no clue where it's for but she holds it out for Korrin to take as she straightens out the elf's clothing, folding his arms so he looks slightly more peaceful, a quiet murmur of apology for what happened to him following as she gets to her feet. "Think you can find the right door?" Nothing too ornate or elaborate, so hopefully that means a gate or a door and not just some cupboard where they keep expensive ingredients to safeguard them against potential thefts.

Because if she goes up, she can see where Korrin is, probably double back around if she has to or lead whatever comes after her somewhere else before she hides. "This wasn't how I thought my second social engagement such as this would go," she mutters, but she's done this before, albeit when the stakes weren't so high, when she was doing it for fun or to show off. "I should've tried to find a weapon for you, something to swing would've been better than just your magic alone. If I see an opportunity…" Well she'll do her best, a quick glance behind her before she makes her way up with her dress trailing behind her.