'It knows we're here. I can't afford to wait.' Most likely, that's exactly the wrong kind of attitude. Something down here, though? She throws, again. She doesn't think she's good with it, by any means, but it was better than just standing there. She doesn't know why, it's probably that link, but it's been getting easier, really quickly.

His soul is... cold, an... empty cold, normally the kind of cold that she'd find really creepy. This time, though, it's reassuring, and she nods to herself and throws once more.