Lucy takes a deep breath and peers into the well.
She isn't going to repeat that first incident, that had felt like the light was being sucked out of her. But she isn't going to just give up, either. She stares down the well, willing something besides just darkness to make itself known to her eyes.
Nothing comes to view. She grits her teeth and leans in, glowing very slightly.
Leaning in should have been perfectly safe; the well had a sturdy stone barrier, and her feet were planted firmly on the ground behind it. She would have to be pushed in order to fall in.
Her attention is very focused on the well. The first sign she has that something is wrong is a pair of rough hands planted against her back.