[ He sucks in a bit of air, glancing around to make sure they are well and truly alone. no shadow lurking here or anything. ]

. . . Her name is Coco. She's a cat that is trapped in there by some sort of seal. But she seems fine otherwise. After every ritual, as long as Daffodil does not die, she spins a wheel and gives us rations.

Her room used to be underground, amidst a massive maze. But when we went earlier today, the mist had begun to seep in.