Faolán reached out to touch the surface of the mirror. Alanna was more than apprehensive.
"No!" She said before he finished his action. Let me do it."
"What if it hurts you?" He asked. "Better hurt me then."
"No way I'll let it happen!" she complained. "Aside from that thing Morana did to me, I'm tougher than you are. If it burns, for example, I'll recover quickly. You won't." She said.
Faolán didn't like being put in that position, but he knew she was right.
Alanna took a step forward and placed her hand on the mirror's surface, lightly but enough for them to see that it looked like a lake after having a rock thrown at it.
She looked at Faolán, who nodded, understanding what she meant. She let go of his hand and slipped in the whole hand, then the arm, the torso, and finally the rest of her body.
Faolán now saw only his own distorted reflection.
"You may come in!" She spoke and he, taking a deep breath, entered that space.
