Cedrik was deep asleep, and barely more than stirred, as she slipped away. He would look a bit distressed, as he adjusted his position to make up for her not being there, but relaxed at the kiss to his cheek.<br/><br/>The only way out was a set of rickety, wooden stairs, leading up to a cellar door; beyond, she would find what looked like a kitchen, though it was fairly large, and dark and unoccupied. All around was quiet, barring the faint creaking of the building.<br/><br/>Two doors leave the room; one, judging by the small window on the wall, showing darkness, clearly leads outside.