Her eyes widen again, grip tightening on his arm and gods he's insane - he's got his hand in the fireplace and there's nowhere to walk to.

And yet she trusts him.

It's crazy and impossible and she trusts him - and when they take their first stumbling step forward the whole world seems to spin wildly around her, the inn disappearing in some lurching forward motion and the witch-queen's screams ringing in their ears.