"...the second key." The deeper portion of the tunnels. With so few answers and only more questions provided by the first she'd wondered and studied as much as was available on her more sleepless nights, questioning what could be beyond. Caves and darkness and this, whatever this was, let loose and he'd.

Her wings went stiff along her back, feathers sliding but once before going stock still. The air was heady with electricity- a storm about to break in the distance that was rapidly approaching. And he'd done this.

Slow, low, and as carefully calm as she could possibly manage, she murmured. "At what part of that particular venture did opening a strange chest in tunnels shrouded in darkness seem like a particularly wise decision? Before or after the head trauma?"