It's been... Calia can't remember how long since anyone last touched her with any intent other than to mend or harm. She hadn't expected anything other than mistrust and hatred from the other candidates, not after that performance in Forger's Row. Hadn't dared to. She stares at Elara's hand. Empathy. Sympathy. Understanding - what had this woman lost to the Six? She likes to think she could offer the same, were their roles reversed. A 'thank you' rises and dies in her throat. She smiles in return, commiseration and gratitude. Her hand rises to cover Elara's. She doesn't want to let go. But they have things to do. And if there is even one survivor here, she must find them. She must make amends.

Calia pulls away and examines the wall. She whispers a spell, and looks around for traces of illusion on the wall. Runs her hands over the wood, feeling for seams or cracks that might hide a door. Listens for any sound that doesn't come from the three of them. Methodical. Precise. She owes it to any survivors. There must be survivors. Of course there are survivors. The alternative is unthinkable.

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Casting Detect Magic and looking around.

Listen - (1d20+1)[20]
Search - (1d20+2)[6]
Spot - (1d20+1)[5]