The word that was offered didn't mean a hell of a lot to Clegane; another word, but one he'd never heard of, one without any kind of context he could put it into, and the words that followed in her attempted explanation didn't help. So he glanced up to give her a skeptical look before returning his attention to pulling at it like it would help. It pulled at skin and he could feel it, but that didn't help either. A knife might, but he doesn't have one of those on hand.

"How can you communicate with it, it's a mirror. Just use a raven like a normal person, or walk to them and talk face to face. You don't need a...whatever this is."

Anyway, the problem of the space was the bigger problem anyway. Not that he had any idea where they were or how he'd gotten there, since last he knew...none of this was even the vaguest possibility. Some kind of afterlife then, maybe.

"It's only a song, it's not a guarantee anyway."