"Your homeland is not one to do things by halves," she reflects, pulling herself back inside and navigating around some curious ants. A few stopped to wiggle their appendages at her on the outside, and while she's not frightened of them, the idea of being crawled on still offers little appeal. They don't seem bloodthirsty, but then again, perhaps they've just not realized humans bleed yet.

Integra looks a slight bit puzzled for a moment when Boromir brandishes a candle, but then remembers not everyone has such keen night vision. (Even with her glasses, she's just used to it.) Oh, right. Stepping back over to him, she takes her lighter out of her pocket and ignites the candle he's holding.