He doesn't move forward immediately in the darkness. For a few moments, he listens to the ongoings outside. There is an indistinguishable murmur of voices; is she explaining herself to the guards, and if so, what is she saying? It's impossible to distinguish and pointless to guess.

In the meantime, his eyes have adjusted to what limited light there is. He looks down, frowns, and then starts walking. He extends his arms until his fingers can follow the walls on either side.

He moves as briskly as he can afford in the darkness, listening for any movement in front or behind.