*hears this rather more soberly when it occurs to her that somehow, she's got to come clean about what she's learned (and who knows whether you'll ever want to speak to her again after that?)*
*shakes her head minutely, dispelling this grim thought for the moment* *loyally (Cel still gives me grief)* Whatever. It doesn't count as "lost" if you figure it all out eventually. *sits down on the stone floor for the moment, cross-legged and peeking between the rails, and tries to picture what this strange, bustling underground city of your grandfather's must look like* I really am gonna get to Menegroth eventually. It sounds so cool. (Like something I need to see.) I might have to forge a new passport, though.