This certainly wasn't what he was planning on doing that night. Still, he couldn't just leave her by herself in case someone trailed them. Taking her hand she would find that his was warm and surprisingly soft, holding her hand gently as they moved into the tight darkness. Though his hands never moved to shut the wardrobe behind them, he did pull them shut with little sound and a ruffle of his cloak.<br/><br/>As the darkness overtook them he simply closed his eyes, feeling the wall and taking her lead. When she stopped short he had to put his other hand on her back to avoid falling into her. Otherwise he followed her to the exit without incident.<br/><br/>"Hm." He murmured softly as they arrived at the end. With a quick motion he swept his arm under her knees and braced her back with the other, lifting her up high enough to reach the trap door in the ceiling. Once she was able to get it open he pushed her up further and climbed up after her.<br/><br/>Fresh air hit them both fully now, a much needed relief from whatever had caused the stench within the path behind them. The hidden door had been placed just at the base of a large tree covered in rocks and moss, and to the casual observer it appeared to simply be a part of the earth. Adding in lush undergrowth one had to know exactly what they were looking for, or be very thorough with their search.