She was not afraid of what she knew.  She was afraid on if it still worked.  Taking to the leap alongside Meren she could not go after and nor could she go before less one or the other risk being landed upon.  But as they hit the water Hymn would not resurface.  It was at that given moment as she hit the water that she was given a moment of thought within an instant.  Under the surface her eyes opened slightly in the water, her body floating gently as her arms dangled by her side.  Her eyes watching from below the surface the brilliant lights above the well still ripping through the sky.<br/><br/>How did it come to this?  But a day ago she was in her warm and comfortable bed with a silk night gown playing lazy as she read from her book.  Now she was an outcast of her family and the village, the home town she knew and love was being destroyed, and she was hitching a ride on the tailcoats of a stranger for the most part.  The peaceful days were over and at that moment she felt she should be reborn as someone new all over again.  Yet her habits would probably die hard.  She would surface then.<br/><br/>Breaking up from the waters she'd latch her hands on one of the jutted bricks within the well to gain a slight hold before bringing her other hand up to draw a symbol on a seemingly random stone.  Her finger was so gentle at the touch of that stone, the light tracing leaving behind a line of water from her little dive and before long was a circle formed and within it a herald of her family blood.  However none would know the origin of her family herald which would glow as soon as it were done.  The wall at that given second would then open before them for a tall standing passage easily wide enough for a wagon and tall enough for a giant.<br/><br/>She felt safe at that exact moment but still kept her veil of invisibility upon her surroundings.  Her hands careful to help Meren up into the passage before she herself climbed in and pulled away from the waters.  Helping Meren farther still from the opening she'd set her hand to a single misplaced stone from the opened wall and pull it lightly to trigger it's closing.  And in due time would they be sealed in the darkness of their escape.<br/><br/>Dancing Lights.  Some think it's a joke of a spell but it's value was grand in it's own right.  Dispelling her own invisibility she'd pull up a small collection of shards from her embroidered robe's pocket, each one quickly shining as brilliantly as a torch before taking to the air and slowly spinning around them.  She herself was pale, if not more pale then before with eyes that were weak  with the time she hid away in her own spell.  Including the second person she had hidden away for a part of their travel and it would be simply known that she had only just enough of her own strength for her dancing lights.<br/><br/>But what she also had to do was not needing magic.  Examining Meren she'd frown, gently seeing if there were any open wounds that needed to be tended to, and if they did she'd tear off bits of her own fine clothed cloak to dress each of said wounds.  The passage lead off away from the well and split off into two directions.  One towards her old home and the other towards the forest.  When they did move on whether or not he had wounds to dress she would be adamant about moving to the forest.  But after they made it to the forest she'd be lost for she knew nothing beyond her home.