The angel looked in horror as the greyness went over her clothes and skin. She had to keep herself from screaming. She swallowed it down her throat, but a soft squeak seemed to get out. She doesn't have any time to do more as he drags her to the hallway.<br/>S he looks around she brushes her hand over her clothes as if shes trying to brush it off. All this time hearing how bad magic is? Is her letting him use his witchery on her going to anger the Gods?<br/><br/>She looks up as he talks. She wraps her wings tight against her body and crouches down. She moves right behind him, keeping her eyes to the floor as she did it. She takes his hand and pulls herself up to a crouch as well . She glances around, and strains to see if she could hear the guards footsteps. She is bundle of nerves, not only for there immediate safety, like getting caught by a guard, but what she has already done.<br/><br/>Anethrial waits to see what he will do next. She feels an urgency, they should keep going quickly.