"Sure." Just Simmaeri, then. These days Corosa counted himself as about half a person, possibly less.

Corosa stopped when she did but did not take notice of the opening right away, not until he turned back to face it. He looked. Glass on the floor here, too. The metal beams twisted out of shape. He doubted that it had ever been a proper door but it looked as though it was often used as one, these days.

He scowled and stepped back. It seemed clear that Simmaeri wanted him to come in.

He shook his head. "No. I can't."