"You can come in," Ulla calls. "Though just barely, at the moment."

There's a narrow strip of gray sand just inside the doorway, mostly taken up by a waterproof metal trunk and Ulla's transportation devices, with just a little space for Erik past the threshold. Ulla herself is in the water, only her head and shoulders visible.

"I have to start this song underwater, because some spells work better that way. It won't take long, though."