Leaving was a piece of cake. The travel was easier this time, to. Maybe it was because she’d done it before, or maybe it was because she wasn’t as tired going in, this time around. Who cared? Either way, the comparative ease with which the darkness swallowed her up was a little unnerving.
As for Fin, watching and hearing the air in that center spot in his room split and crack like broken glass before it fell and she dropped into place was likely just as unnerving, nevermind the stray tentacle that tried to sneak out with her. It tested the boundaries carefully- a stomping with the heel of her pumps was enough to convince it to pull back in, and the thin shell surround reality began to heal behind her. She was covered in ice again, as she had been last time, but she felt the cold less, somehow.
The ice cracked as she moved, motes falling like glitter as she looked around.