"Yea, we should... but hey, before we do."<br/><br/>The monk leans forward to plant a somewhat-awkward kiss on the halfling's cheek, before pulling the protective ring from her finger and pressing it into the smaller woman's palm.<br/><br/>"I want ya to wear this while we're down here, ok? If the bandits do know anythin' about us, they'll know that magic don't work on me... so they'd focus it on you, at least at first. If you're wearin' this, then we'll at least have a little bit of a respite when things first get hairy."<br/><br/>The monk is insistent- she doesn't stand or move until she sees the smaller woman slide the ring over her fingers, and knows that her friend is at least a little bit safer. Then and only then does she stand and stride towards the three separate doorways.<br/><br/>"Eenie, meenie, miney... moe..."<br/><br/>With a grin and a loud pop of the knuckles, Maria leads her companion into the round chamber, eyes darting about excitedly in the dim light of the halfling's spell.