[She needn't wait long before he answers the door, swinging it open wide when he sees that it's Rosalind. Behind her, he's greeted by the darkness, and it makes something settle unwell in him still -- uncertainty as to why, but existing nonetheless.]
Rosalind?
[He glances at that flashlight, and at least she's not wandered all the way out here in the complete pitch black.]
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Rosalind?
[He glances at that flashlight, and at least she's not wandered all the way out here in the complete pitch black.]
Did you come here by yourself?