Dimi slips into the closet after Sylla and pulls the makeshift door shut lightly behind him. The white light of lumos casts his features in sharp relief. It makes him a little nervous - this is so much easier in the dark - but still, he says, "Good idea."

He rests his palm on the wall behind Sylla. "So," Dimi tilts his head to the side and clears his throat, "Shall we have a chat, or...?"