"Alright. I understand." Wrenna said. This was a little like how she first started to learn magic. Except she didn't have to touch a mirror. Wrenna gently reached out and touched the surface of the mirror. It was smooth and cool...probably the coolest thing she had touched since arriving into the realm. As she tried to clear her mind she couldn't help but look at her own reflection. She was slightly bloody, her clothes worn a bit from the battle and she looked...tired. Not physically (but the hints of that kind of exhaustion was starting to show) but, tired of putting up with all of this. She really shouldn't even be caring about who ever it was that they had captured. By not killing Soreth, she had thrown away the title of The Hero. And with her situation being as it was, even if she found who ever was captured still alive, there was a good chance she couldn't do anything for that poor soul. All of this was probably just a waste of time...

"Shut up you're worrying to much..." She mumbled to herself as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting all of those thoughts go away. After just a few minutes of just breathing and trying not to think of anything, for the first time in a long time, her head was clear of any worries...and when she opened her eyes again, she didn't focus on the girl standing right in front of her, rather she tried to look through her. Then the reflections in the mirror started to go dark, and after a minute they were completely black. And then, a light. A torch light in a dark hallway that gave off an air of dispair. 

Yup, that was a dungeon alright.

"Alright, you can step in now I think." Wrenna told him, keeping her focus on the mirror.