Ashelia is always at a loss in these sorts of situations; the amount of ancient tombs and temples she's explored is basically absurd, but she doesn't want to appear aloof or unapproachable - especially not after what happened on the Pravoka. So she keeps to herself, hiding a smile at Kupozencrantz's open-mouthed stare at the path opening before them.

And then Frisk charges ahead. Sighing lightly, Ashelia walks briskly after them. Adept at combat or not, they're still a child.