Silvia panics, Pooky remains calm

Silvia's face turns a deep red as she falls over on her side, curls up in a ball, and starts bawling. She's only been here for a few hours, but her trip to the surface hasn't been going like she'd hoped, and no matter how tough she likes to act, the poor girl really is quite fragile after everything's said and done.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Pooky asks as she goes into full mommy mode for the bawling Silvia, wrapping her in her arms and rocking her back and forth.

"I-I'M NAKED! I'M NAKED AND TRAPPED IN THIS SCARY, BRIGHT PLACE WITH NOTHING TO HELP ME! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT!" Silvia wails, kicking her feet on the ground like a toddler having a temper tantrum.

"Shhhh, shh, hey now, it's okay, it's not so bad up here. It's warm, there's plenty to eat and drink. Come on, stop crying," Pooky says.

"Why are you so calm about all of this? WE'RE NAKED ON THE SURFACE WORLD, AND NO ONE IS GOING TO COME GET US!" Silvia bawls.

"Eh, worst case scenario, we just slip back through the gate and go home, right?" Pooky says.

Silvia suddenly stops crying and sits up, a look of shock on her face.

"Uh... Pooky, that door is one way," Silvia says.

"W-what?" Pooky's face goes pale.

"It doesn't open from this side. It only opens from the Underdark's side," Silvia says, looking very upset. "You and the leaders of the other houses had the builders guild change it to keep all the pesky surface dwellers out, remember?"

Pooky just stares back at Silvia, her calm, motherly look of serenity quickly cracking as her ears twitch, her nose sniffles, and she grabs hold of Silvia as she starts bawling too.