"Ah, right, just on the stairwell..." she said, still looking it over "Yes, negative emotions... repositories though..."<br/><br/>She wasn't sure, but it seemed the key piece in here.  Doors, repositories... whatever it was this was the only place, and the table certainly said something.  Lily had a point, and stopping to think about it...<br/><br/>"...no... I don't think so..." she said, honestly, and then had an idea as she pulled one of her gloves off (after unstrapping the bracer of course) "Let me try something..."<br/><br/>And then, bare handed, she set it onto the table of cold iron.  Would it burn her?  Would it make her feel pain?  Perhaps it would... and that would be the solution... or if not, she'd think of something...