She doesn't answer beyond a small nod of her head when Shuyi glances her way, approving of whatever course of action they might take going forward. It almost feels like a fable; invite themselves in to a forgotten, dilapidated home. Questing after an object, a goal, and hoping to find it in the twists and turns that led them to this point.

Mostly, Chihiro blinks at the crunching sound, shaking her head and gesturing at the door. "After all this time, I think it'd be stranger to wait outside."

She reaches forward, snaking an arm in to push against the door, forcing it inward a few degrees. Beyond it, nothing stirs as more than a faint whispering of some small body skittering away from the slit of light illuminating the inside. "We'd have to be here to explain the door anyway."

The inside, once they get the door open wide enough to allow for their passage, is an odd mixture of carved stone and crumbling, intact metal and wooden structures. A table here, two chairs, one collapsed on the ground and thoroughly rusted. Papers so dry and old that the brush of a moth's wing will be enough to disintegrate them where they lay. Animal droppings mingle with dust and sand strewn across the floor. Everything smells musty, but dry. Ancient bundles of herbs have become partial remnants of themselves where they're hung on the far wall, right where the curve of the back of this hobbit-hole cave twists off to the left.

"Woah... how has any of this survived so long? Do you think this is just from the Qorral, maybe?"