No.

[ Terse, it doesn't conceal her mounting frustration that he's chosen to direct his irritation toward her, venting out his irritation with her advantage. Annoyed, she believes, that the situation remains outside of his control. A man like Kylo Ren could never be pleased with being placed in powerless positions.

She has half a mind to tell him to do it himself if he's going to treat her as if she's done this to him, but it's difficult to stand by and observe him as he fumbles in the shadows without lifting a finger to guide him. Moving forward, she's by his side in an instant, giving no warning of her presence before she grasps him by the elbow. ]

I saw rooms, but they were covered in candles and robes. Coven-issued, I think. [ Which raises questions on its own, but he'll have more answers in that regard than she does. Her grasp isn't particularly gentle as she guides him forward, toward one of the leaning, dilapidated shelves. Moss has grown around the rotting, damp wood. ] They're in front of you. Put your hands out.