"Instead of stairs," Gela muses, picking it up quickly, "I see..."

That's so useful. If only the Gallows had the elevator too. She laughs, and the wind catches the sound, takes it away. "It sounds a lot safer than what we're doin' right now!"

And on that lovely note, she bends her knees and jumps, and they go up, up, up.

All the way this time, though the wind has a hand in pushing them slightly off course, not enough for it to ruin everything but enough that Gela's eyes go very wide in alarm. Still, they land on the circular base of the spire, right at the edge of it, Gela clawing to get them a little closer, taking an immediate step inward.

PHEW.