Halea and Silas walk past pools and plants toward the back wall of windows, where a small door opens to an open-air balcony.

Silas: Wait...you're actually... going out the BACK?!

Halea: Why not? The night air is refreshing. And my destination is on this side anyway.

Silas: But! BUT! It must be a thousand foot drop down to the sea!

As Halea raises her hood, Silas stands behind her, hands clasped pleadingly. The bird on his shoulder looks smug.

Silas: If the spires don't break you apart, the water totally will!

Halea hops up on the balcony railing, her shoe making a TINK! sound as she lands. 

Halea: Oh, don't you worry, Silas.