[Different species? As strange as their situation is here, as real as the Fae are, the idea that there is something beyond her own species and that of their Keeper just seems patently ridiculous somehow.]

Or whatever...

[The urge to stalk the corridors in search of the Keeper has dissipated, but the urge to get outside.]

You got any notion what'll happen if we do get out of this house? Don't seem like it wants us runnin' free, twistin' corridors back on themselves.