"We can't leave," she counters, tight, "The portcullis is shut. The doors don't open."

Trapped in here with all of her clawing regret, a scary thought that makes her next breath in sharper, exhale faster. The other option is actually the only option.

"Is there a way to find it?" She has no idea what she's looking for. Is it an object, or somebody casting a spell, or a spirit that is worse and more spiteful than any Abby has seen thus far? Surely the threat of something dogging Derrica is very real too, and she has stakes in this. Maybe she'll help.