She shakes her head, once. Not even in her deepest nightmares has she felt anything like that, the narrowed focus of something ancient rifling through her thoughts like a fascinating book, and she knows at this moment that it's going to stick with her for a long, long while. The song of the Calling is still filling her ears with more pressure than the atmosphere that is forcing her voice to strain to make even the softest sound.

"If we can't close it..." She presses her heels into the ground, steadying herself, and leans forward a little. It's a struggle not to shut her eyes at this moment, but she bears through it, focusing on various points on Ellis's face. "Can we destroy it? Turn it to rubble."

It shouldn't remain, not with that rip in the Fade above them. Not even, in her opinion, long enough for other Wardens to deal with it.