Allyria waited for the guard to pass down the hall, then she drew a hairpin from the pocket in one of the layers of her torn clothing. Fiddling with the lock for a few seconds, she managed to let herself out. Allyria quickly darted down the hall. She scrambled towards the door, moving out of sight as the guard began his walk back down the wall. Shaky, the young teen slipped towards the gates, hoping to escape without any further issues.<br/><br/>Dimitria didn't expect him to make such an offer. She stirred and sleepily smiled at the offer. She calmly picked up her blankets then curled up against him, laying her head against his chest. Her eyes slipped closed and she tiredly yawned, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. A few minutes later, she slipped into a steady sleep, breathing even.