As far as Jude is concerned, the turtle has been gracious enough by allowing them to fight it without fearing for their lives. That, and she's still sort of giddy from seeing the spell work -- it's one thing imagining and hoping for magic to happen, and another to see it have direct effect.

It never really gets old.

She bows to the turtle with a word of thanks, managing to keep a straight face despite how comical the upside-down golem looks. Then she turns to the now unguarded entryway.

And tenses.

"That doesn't look too friendly," she mutters to Dust, her hand on her sword again. She's trying to think of protection spells, but none of the ones she knows seem sufficient, especially not against a... ghost? It doesn't seem corporeal, anyway.

"Any ideas?"