Aradia uncurls her fingers from her sleeves, and shuffles closer, before kneeling in front of the hole, watching as it shrinks. She turns to Tavros and offers him a crooked smile.

"I'm not sure, actually!"

She looks to Tavros' shadow for some sort of cue, but only catches him throwing the lance into the hole.

"I've never done this before," she continues, as she stands up, dusting off her shirt. "But there's a lot of people here who wanted to help, too, and I think they might know what to do!"

Aradia offers Tavros a hand to help him stand up.