Navethae is pretty sure she's about to do something stupid.
She looks at the edge of the Cursed Valley, and reminds herself that it clearly doesn't mean to murder people sometimes. Those were really just accidents. Nasty combinations of stubbornness meeting misfortune. If she doesn't push too hard, she'll just tidily bounce off and be fine. Something to get data for her to study. She couldn't very well ask someone else to walk in for her - they'd get too far out of range for her magic to peer at, with how it moves people around - and her magic always makes the most sense when it's focused on herself. Trying to figure out how this valley works and how to fix it wouldn't work.
So. Bouncing off should be easy enough. It just makes her kind of nervous. She opens the - the indescribable spiderweb of starlight that is her connection to her magic, and she pulls it all inward. Built towards the configuration she figured out works best for observation of the self, to see how this valley acts upon her.
Taking care not to upset her fragile web, she starts walking forward, watching for - something.