[the sound quickly draws Cecelia's attention; her eyes dart to fix on the red-hot key, eyebrows lifted.]

...Rather literal, isn't it. But I suppose I prefer this to riddles right about now. [she'd rather deal with puzzles when she's properly bathed and groomed, thanks.

in any case, she steps over, bending to pick it up, unbothered by the searing heat.]

I assume you are as done with this dungeon cell as I am?