Halea and Silas walk past pools and plants toward the back wall of windows, where a small door opens to an open-air balcony.
Silas: Wait...you're actually... going out the BACK?!
Halea: Why not? The night air is refreshing. And my destination is on this side anyway.
Silas: But! BUT! It must be a thousand foot drop down to the sea!
As Halea raises her hood, Silas stands behind her, hands clasped pleadingly. The bird on his shoulder looks smug.
Silas: If the spires don't break you apart, the water totally will!
Halea hops up on the balcony railing, her shoe making a TINK! sound as she lands.
Halea: Oh, don't you worry, Silas.