....Well. He looked between her and the castle again, unsure what to say for a moment. It wasn't hers...?

He turned to crouch and set the tiny tree back down near the bigger ones, and then stood again to walk right in through the courtyard toward the large doorway within. He didn't seem to be hesitating any, no wariness in his stance yet, just curiosity, head tilting higher as he went from looking over the lower stained glass windows to the upper ones while he stepped through the wide paths.

Behind him, the image of that blond elf wavered and disappeared into a puff of black shadow which dissipated swiftly. Mal had seen that sort of thing happen before as well, hadn't she? Not that it would add anything here; she already knew Chell was from Mallia's world....

"This is probably the castle that the brother led us to. ...I think...? He... was thinking something about one that was dark, and shining, but... I don't remember it being covered in roses." A little more of a confused frown as he looked back down, eyeing the door, heading for it. Was she going to go with him? Because if she let him, he'd take the lead.