"Magicked doorways are for protection," she says, her voice muted but steady - not comforting, but distinctly calm. "It's a matter of sorting what's being protected." What's in or out. She presses a hand to the wall, then turns and lights the candle again (assuming Boromir is being cooperative).

When she doesn't see it again right away, she holds the lighter back up to the candle and - huh. "Can you see it constantly?"