She smiled at them, and they left. Once they did, she bolted the door, and without really thinking about it opened the window and jumped down. It wasn’t as dangerous as she imagined it to be. Gasparian architecture demanded alcoves every couple of feet or so, and so it was almost like descending stairs in the darkness. She felt her heart hammering in her chest. If she could make it past the stables, maybe she could make it all the way back home. Maybe. It was difficult to say, and it was too dark for her to even think coherently.
