Haizel melted at his touch, her head slightly sagging into his grasp as she thought about staying in his embrace forever. She lifted her eyes, searching them before pulling away in an attempt to break the electric feeling. "I believe there have been a lot of mixed feelings today. It has been a long and eventful day." She hated herself for trying to sound rational, knowing she may have left him feeling rejected. She reached out, gently rubbing her thumb against his arm. "Let's take a walk. We can discuss you escape then." She turned away a stood at the door before turning her head back to him, "I'll meet you outside, at the castle entrance in fifteen."<br/><br/>She made it out and down the stairs, her heart pounding heavily in her chest,<span style="font-style: italic">And I am crazy in the mist of this.</span>She thought as she her blushing and her misplaced words so unlike her usual composure.<br/><br/>Haizel had made it to her room once more, feeling as if she had been shuffling back and forth the entirety of the evening. She dressed quickly, pulling on jeans and a heavy coat; thick fur boats shielded her feet. She leafed through the coats hanging on the rack and grabbed one for Heck before leaving her closet. She found her bow and grabbed it, taking a moment to remember the many memories she had with the likes of this bow, before she solely relied on claws and teeth. She felt the softness of the wood, carved for the comfort of her own hand, symbols and drawings had been etched down the handle over the many years she had been alive. She pulled her bag full of quivers and her bow over her torso before darted out of her room and down the stairs. The castle seemed eerily quiet as everyone had already departed to their preferred rooms, ready to end the day.<br/><br/>She pushed open the doors, the cool air hitting her in the face, whipping her hair back behind her head in one swoop. She smelled the fresh air, breathing deeply and smiling, glad she had a chance to see this sight once more. She moved onto the grass, seeing it slightly dotted with patches of white; snow that had pasted earlier. She was silent, listening to the noises around her; an owl a few trees away, singing his song, a squirrel snuggled warm in a hollow, were all prominent to her ears. She stood there, waiting in silence for Heck's hopeful arrival.