Bright red splays Pok's face, as he blushes deeply, Ah, I'm not scared of them, the dark is a safe place. the gnome glances the secret passage again, We may escape the common cultists yet, but the upper echelon of the sect would likely know and travel this way. Always a backdoor, always. Even if it's one way. Pok throws his wand hand over his shoulder, indicating the now-slammed-shut hidden entrance.
Pok's outward demeanor was all business, but in his head, it was something like*I'M HOLDING HER HAND! I'M HOLDING HER HAND! I'M HOLDING HER HAND! Ok...*
Pok takes a slow breath, as he lowers his wand hand, realizing it'd been up for no small amount of time. *Oh no! My hands are sweating cause I'm nervous, um...* The wizard begins idle swirling his wand, the spell is subtle but effective, and his Sheeva-holding hand dries. *Say something... Something smart... Uh... What would Roswyn say? Oh!* Pok starts to speak, but only a whisper comes. He coughs once, and clears his throat, How is it that you channel electrical energy so well?