She listened, and as she listened she blushed about his comment off clothes. Her own, white and brownish green leather pants weren't exactly the type of clothes that could blend in easily with backgrounds. She followed his every step, his every move. Her body gradually being able to hide herself, her steps becoming more certain and less clumsy. Not even a smile appeared on her lips, the focus and concentration of imitating and acting out his every lesson and move was evident in whole her body. They moved, almost slithered trough the darkness of the building towards the hall where she had find his clothes. There were guards, two huge muscled men of the light standing fearsome by the door she had opened mere hours ago. They had knew he had escaped, and were guarding the one thing that would hold him into the monastery, his gear. She looked at his form hiding behind objects and blending into the walls, admiring his every move. On a distance from the guards they stopped, and she whispered softly too him. "How will we be able to get past them to retrieve your gear? I can remember that there is a window in that room, looking over the cemetery backyard. Once we have your gear, we can make our escape there..." Her bright blue eyes shimmered as she hid herself behind a 4ft vase, her hands fumbling nervously with the straps of her blouse that weren't tucked into her pants. Her breathing was more controlled, but still not perfect. Taking in deep inhales of air that made her chest heavy up and down underneath the tight white blouse. She really needed better clothes...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>