[ The urge to reach for her again rises as the landscape around them grows more unstable. At her question, Jace's eyes widen as he grasps for some kind of answer. ]

Honestly? I have no idea.

[ Not the most encouraging answer. ]

None of this is exactly in my wheelhouse.

[ Yet one more thing the Clave hadn't managed to prepare him for. ]

Do you think it's possible we can find a door built into the landscape?