She wasn't sure why they had to move, but perhaps the woman had instincts closer to those of a Black Widow. Since it made no difference to Cassie, she nodded. "Sure."

She pulled her braid over one shoulder, fingers working through the length of it, as she tried to think of spells she knew that might help. If there was a Dark Altar, they could ask a Priestess, but they hadn't come through a Gate... so what magic had brought them here? Wasn't the winds. She couldn't find a single radical or tether line, and no one would be so foolish as to drop someone in the space between, right?

Right?