She was heavy. He knew a bit of that just from studying her. Heavier than your average human in any case. So her weight on that stone? With little in added support. It was no surprise when she fell, and Harth rose from the steps to go do the edge, watching as she fell, but holding onto the metal. She'd landed by the time he looked. Down below in some Chasm or another room far below. He couldn't tell really what was down there, only that she was down there, shrouded in the afternoon shadows.

"So another dies." He said quietly. "More a loss if you weren't just a little doll." He mused, watching down below. He could still see the slightest of movements, see her down before and hear her words.

How long would it take for death to take her?