Cheyanne very quietly snorts in disagreement. "I've spent too much time accidentally traveling the planes recently...most I've seen were pretty nasty, so I cand only assume that there is some dark will acting upon here, though I don't know how." she says by way of explanation.
"It's a feeling you get, and we can try if you insist. It's never worked for me. I can relate, though. All of my life was left behind when I wound up in Sigil. It can be frustrating, but when the only way to go is forward..." Cheyanne shrugs resignedly.
For her part, the monk doesn't turn back, instead looking to the place where water and land meet and trying to see if there is a way to follow the lights without having to swim...