Well, Rose had a bit of impulsiveness -- no, actually more so confidence, that lead her to take lead even if she was a caster. A smack to the face via an invisible barrier put her back in her place. She'd tag behind, eyeing the torches.

His question was obvious, but fell upon helpless ears. A soft shrug and her hands lifted the grimoire higher, flipping through the pages.

"Aha, one more level and I'll earn a fire spell," of course, it was never that simple, "Well, if you get hurt, at least I have a decent HP restoring incantation..."

Healing was nice, but sadly, that didn't cut it.

She pauses, looking over the torches intently, "There has to be a way around simply casting a spell. It would be a broken pass if one could not advance without a spell."

Rose hums a bit, glancing over the area. The field itself was barren and all there was were the stumps, torches and the glass decoration at the torch's base. This was a doozie and with a sigh, she'd wipe away a bit of sweat.

Wait.

"Dirk, allow me to be ballsy for a moment," Rose stated bluntly, inspecting the glass decoration.

"Break this," she pauses, "please. If my theories are anything short of plausible, have you ever had the demented tendency to kill ants as a child? Specifically through burning them via a magnifying glass and hot sun?"

She'd pause, yet again.

"Not that I have, I mean, it's a common thing for children to do..."