She follows without question or fanfare. There's a little knot in the pit of her stomach at what's been described to them so far, but otherwise, she feels... ready. Prepared, or at least as prepared as she is going to manage. It settles on her shoulders like a heavy cloak, a seriousness that isn't otherwise seen often.

Adrasteia is glad that they're not doing this alone. That someone who has been before is going in with them. That Ellis is here.

At his statement, she nods. "Ask it." Or tell her, really, but he'll do what he must.