It does not take long for her to copy the relevant patterns from Jory's side to the door, using one finger dipped in the alcohol-soot-ragwort mix to make the marks. Hope rises inside her as she finishes the pattern - and then, just as with her lanterns, nothing happens. Kelyn feels a surge of bitter disappointment and anger welling up inside her. "It never works!" She brings both fists down on the door in frustration, and the blood on her left hand smears the fresh marks. The pattern ignites with a "FWUMPH!" and Kelyn falls back in shock from the sudden flames.