Having accepted the offered arm, Ashe had clambered with whatever grace the act allowed onto the root. The place lying within felt quiet, though this seemed right, somehow. The atmosphere spoke of great age and powerful magick, the princess breathing in deeply as she reminded herself of their purpose.

A purpose upon which Delita appeared to be focused, given the fixation of his gaze. Ashe clasped her hands together and stepped closer to him, nodding toward the open hole.

"... That is the way?"