The keep needs no formal invitation. There's only a second of terrified quaking before he realizes he's been given a real chance and scrabbles to his feet, flying for the door just as fast as his legs will bear him.


Kate's just finishing her sweep.

"Hurry up, Rachel!"

No doubt some of the escapees are hunting for reinforcements, and Kate would rather skedaddle before they all get back. She nods — go for it — and hurries for the door.

Grinning all the way.