Bitterroot slowed her pace. Ahead, the forest just sort of… stopped. Beyond it was only blackness, unlit even by Trace’s light. She edged forward a little more, and it was like the world dropped away. There was a sheer wall below her, then nothing. She risked a look down. Black. Vertigo combined with nyctophobia wasn’t a nice combination; BItterroot stepped away before her world began spinning.