Sharille does seem a bit confused for a moment, but she seems to follow the general gist of your statements, and within moments she's back up on her feet and looking off down both directions of the hallway.<br/><br/>"So... how do you think they made the ends touch?" The little halfling woman looks around herself anxiously and  rubs her neck with the flat edge of one of her heavy knives. She's clearly been more prone to the physical end of adventuring, rather than the magical end. "And, um... how do we get them to stop touching?"