Anethrial steps back, looking at Laszlo's hand with genuine repulsion. Laszlo can hear the guards drawing closer, any longer and they will be too close. She halts.<br/><br/><em>"Your witchery isn't going to hurt me, is it?"</em>She whispers.<br/><br/>"Hasn't hurt anyone yet," Laszlo murmurs, taking his chance before the girl can protest further. He touches her arm, and an ashy darkness spreads across her skin, creeping onto her clothes as it reaches the hem of her robe. Within moments the girl looks as though she's spent the last week in a coal mine, feet to wingtips covered in sooty blackness. Her eyes still gleam in the darkness, they'll have to work around that. He grasps her forearm, and leads her towards the intersected hallway, her surprise can wait, they need to move now. He peeks around the corner, the torches are still a ways away, there is time.<br/><br/>He scans the area quickly, no traps, no smells out of place. He touches the floor, and in its shadowy center, where the torchlight from the hallways is the dimmest,  the shadows become inky black. He pulls Anethrial forward.<br/><br/>"We crawl to the other side, quickly, then hug the shadows," Laszlo whispers, pointing to the dark gap between the torches on the other side. "Stay right behind me, don't make a sound, and keep your eyes to the floor."<br/><br/>He crawls out into the hallway, darting his eye back and forth into the hallways to either side. The torches are bobbing along at the same rate, neither has noticed them yet. Laszlo rises into a crouch on the other side, holding out his hand to help the girl up, heart pounding with urgency.