She takes a deep breath, eyes closed.
"Sure."
She follows Thorn downstairs in somewhat of a daze. A bowl is easily acquired. She fills it with water from her canteen, back in Thorn's room.
"It could be bad if you interrupt. Probably wouldn't be a big deal, but please don't."
She cuts the side of her arm lightly with a belt knife, and lets deep red blood drip into the bowl for a few seconds. Then she puts a small bandage on and says a small nonsense-poem that cleans her knife.
And then... She stares into the bowl, holding her hands over it, and chanting about needing advice, needing truth, sacrificing for information...
Something is definitely happening. It's completely silent except for Abyssia's resonating chanting. The water in the bowl has turned pitch black. The bowl seems to expand more and more despite staying the same size. It's almost hypnotic, like you could fall in and be lost forever.
There is a voice, whispering from everywhere. Thorn can't understand it.
"Is she the Summoned Hero?"
-whisper whisper whisper-
She makes a face. "...Is this Thorn here with me from another world?"
-whisper whisper whisper-
"Okay. Okay. Her quest is vital, then. Should I follow her, for the sake of the world?"
-whisper whisper whisper-
"...I will take that as a yes. What else do I need to know, Garden of Eyes?"
-whisper whisper whisper-
"I don't understand."
-whisper whisper whisper-
"Now, or soon, or after many moons?"
-whisper whisper whisper-
"...Thank you for your guidance, Garden of Eyes. Ilk'na!"
And the spell ends. The bowl is clear water no, no trace of blood.
Abyssia sighs and looks tired.
"It thinks you should kill that Mutant Wave Ripper... I think. That or another powerful non-dungeon monster. And it wouldn't say when. And it said you're the Hero. So. What now?"