Amelia sighed once they were free of the collapsing room, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her first priority to brush what was left of their guide off her outfit. Secondary concerns were survival and finding their compatriot. The<em>mess</em>demanded attention. After cleaning up, she pulled one of the torches off the wall and stuffed it out. Afterwards, she turned up her free hand and muttered, "Light which burns beyond crimson flame, gather in my hand and grant us everlasting sight. Lighting!"<br/><br/>The spell conjured a little orb of light atop the empty torch, filling the corridor with light that would never need fuel and could be re-cast if it went out. The torch she held at arm's length and, with her other hand, weaved another spell. Amelia's fingers danced through the air, signing arcane letters invisible to Queluna, but taking shape for the wizard herself. This one required a slightly more arcane incantation. The spell was one of the oldest in all recorded magic and most Wizards learned it first (along with the 'Magic Missile' spell). "Vu raywah, vu vramier, goz vu roh! Servant!"<br/><br/>"Carry. Follow," Amelia added, dropping the torch. Instead of falling, it hung in mid-air as if supported by an invisible hand. Was it truly invisible, or was it, again, something only Amelia could see? Queluna would be left guessing on that front. That settled, Amelia turned to her compatriot.<br/><br/>"We should probably try to meet up with Hedenabi as soon as possible. Leaving her behind wouldn't exactly be heroic. That corridor she found must lead somewhere, so I'd wager if we try to head in the direction it was leading we might find a way around."