Lea hesitates. It isn't that she doubts her ability, but she'd rather make a tower out of a cyclone of magic and put Sabrina in it, frankly, until they can resolve what is keeping her on this plane and not allowing her to pass on. Still, she can feel the range of this thing's crawling reach, the taste of sin still in her mouth, and she knows that Sabrina's means of death would still make her susceptible. It is a familiar principle among her people, her magical kind, indicating their shared ancient history with demons like the one they are chasing: you own what you kill. Death doesn't necessarily save you from the reach of faqra--that's just your body, a shell hiding what's really important.

"Tamam," she says, "Sabrina, I'm making a wall around you. Can you feel it?"

Sabrina squints for a second, and then her eyes widen. She's startled; she's dead, so it's been a long time since she's felt any physical sensation, but she raises her small hands and presses them against an invisible force (more visible astrally, but they're on one layer of the Other right now). "Uh huh. What is that...? Is it magic?"

"Yes. But it's very important you stay inside it." Sometimes little girls don't listen (Lea knows better than anyone, because she was exactly that kind of little girl, in some ways still is), so she makes sure Sabrina is looking at her when she says it. "Only you and I can step through that door."

Sabrina considers those words, and then nods, slowly.

"Good. Now, can you show us the way?"