With the grace of someone who takes unannounced magical healing very much for granted--not because he's been subjected to it with any regularity, but because good things just happen to Val de Foncé--and because he is so glutted with things to look at and think about and consider--Val has already scrambled to look at the door, touch its edges, search for impressions or reliefs or friezes that might be admired--and, while he is there, peer into its darkness, listen to its depths.

It should therefore be appreciated, that he has not gone running off on his own. As his companions approach, he looks around--remembers they are there--ah!, too quiet to be heard--and steps extravagantly to one side.

"Monsieur Lumière!"

Of course the light--however spooky and spectral and green--should be first. Ostensibly it can also act as defense. Good. This will leave more time for Val to look at things. And if he can't lead, he'll be second.