They're pretty tricky, but she has an advantage in visualizing how they hang together. She can see a way to disable them, once she excavates down to the door.

She calls Brigid over before doing so. 

"What is it?"

"There's a vault of some kind - feels old, and it's protected fairly complicatedly. I can feel where the door is, though."

Brigid looks around the (to her eyes perfectly natural) landscape. "Underground?"

"Yes." She gives the coordinates relative to them. 

"Are you planning to dig it up?"

"Is there a reason not to?"

"It's- I think... Zera talked about the Titans? We- my people- have stories, old stories, about the gods they left behind to watch over us. Not dragons, our own gods, made in our image. And places they kept. Sacred spaces. Stores of powerful knowledge and weapons to be kept against catastrophe or when we prove ourselves worthy to keep their trust ourselves. And the dangers of opening such places before we're ready."

"Would it be - sacrilegious to you, to open it?"

"...I think you are worthy. But. I'm not sure we have time. To pass whatever trials await properly, or bypass them and then resecure the vault ourselves."

Nod. "We can return here later, then."

"Yeah. Sorry."

Fond smile. "You do not need to apologize for providing me with essential information, my good girl."

"Wasn't sure how you'd feel."

She pulls Brigid in for a hug, and gives her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I will never be angry at or disappointed in you for objecting to a course of action. This I swear."

Hug.

"Thank you."

"It's who I am."

"You're a good leader."

"It's easy with as good a follower as you."

Blush!

"I am pleased to make your life easier."

"I'll need to come up with suitable rewards."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ideas are welcome, good girl."

More kisses?