[ Diana is sympathetic -- she knows all about duty and the urgency of it; and how to just about almost all of them here, this place is an inconvenient pitfall, holding them all captive against their will.

Looking around their surroundings, she commiserates. It's difficult not to pick up some form of sorrow here; the temple is somber, inspiring a certain sense of melancholy befitting its name. ]

May I come with you? If we manage to find a way, I'm sure there are others here who would be glad to return as well. [ She smiles faintly. ] Our duties wait for no one.