They continue to bide their time

The adventurers are both facing either side of the hallway, backs towards each other while straining at the levers, keeping them down with both hands.

Though nominally without any intelligence of their own, the mage hands appear to be the patient type, and although opportunities are afforded to them, they continue to lie in wait.

The women hold down the levers, until the wall reaches the ceiling and is followed by a satisfying clicking noise. Gingerly, they let go of the handles, but they remain stuck in place, and the wall does not move back down.

Tyra picks up her light-bearing hammer, ”let’s go.”