"Well, it also said Margaery had a vision of the door that led her out here, so." For all the stock he puts in visions, Kira crumples his bottom lip against the top, turns his hands out, and squeezes his shoulders up to convey not at fucking all.

If it feels less insane on his end, it's because the fountain brought him out the other side. The ball already spooled: there is still nowhere to actually run, in any direction.

Just a cave, and a rope, and a voice to keep them from going crazy in the claustrophobic tunnel. "The way this place is, we'd be as likely to find a completely different door with some Star Trek bullshit behind it. Not that I wouldn't welcome being beamed anywhere else with oxygen, or a young DeForest Kelley, but just--"

Just wait a second; the moving shapes of light from their entry re-align with his feet, as he feels his way past the narrow entrance and into the first turn. "Take it slow," he says from around the corner. "It's darker around here." Not impossible to see, as his eyes adjust and they clear away from the source of light, but an adjustment. Shapes resolve into walls, layers of blue and black that imply deeper caverns and turns, and a few stalactites dripping overhead. There's a winding ribbon of reflected light, a thin run of water that implies the center of the space.