“As long as our new pal Rosamunde doesn’t start screaming her head off again,” haha, “then she’ll be able to see the outside world soon enough. Even beyond Nevarra’s borders,” Strange says, dryly; a dangling promise and bait which Rosamunde seems to seize upon, satisfied with herself.

So they make their way back; they don’t precisely retrace their steps, but the Necropolis seems to have subtly rearranged itself again when they weren’t looking. The helpful skeleton leads them to an alternate stairwell which brings them back upstairs to rejoin the rest of their group.

And then there’s the bright green glow of a rift ahead of them once more, the sounds of battle, the grind of bone-on-bone as a golem shakes the ground, and soon enough everyone’s far too busy with surviving the battle to notice a new lumpy shape shoved in Ness’ bag.