Isabeau kept in the shadows, positioning herself in such a way that she can still keep an eye on the happenings, just in case anything got out of hand. It was more important to keep the Magi in her sights than anyone else. And while she had lost him for a moment as he made an escape into Genevieve's room, she wasn't overly concerned. Conversation typically meant that blood would be slow to spill. And gauging the others, they would fight if need be, but it didn't seem to be their first choice considering all things.

She had managed to keep a calm head about her, focused and hidden. However, her concentration was broken when a large mass came crashing through in the bedroom. She didn't think they would battle here, not with the house mounting its own attack on the living within it. Had the old hag summoned forth one of her monstrosities to kill them all?! The break in concentration would've allowed Regina to sense her. The house nearly collapsing on them all didn't quite help. She knew Regina had sensed her though, she could feel her mind prodding through. 

[color=darkseagreen]There is no time for this, goddammit![/color], she muttered quietly, finally moving from her spot. It was just a few paces to the doorway, she just needed to get into the room. She loosed a breath, and then she was off. Weaving herself in and out of this realm and the realm of shadows, treading as light as she possibly could. Traveling through the shadow realm was dangerous enough. It was becoming like a constant game of tug-o-war. She couldn't quite tell which side was winning, and the damage it was doing to her would soon become irreparable. On a simpler note, if her bursts weren't short enough, she could lose sight of where she was going, and end up colliding with objects or people. 

The room was in shambles, planks of wood shot up towards the ceiling, tearing through glittering shades of gold and rose cloth. Genevieve lay limp on the floor, a mop of grey hair covered her face and sprawled over her back, lackluster and frazzled. Her body blocked a large wardrobe set at the far end of the bedroom, the one single ornament untouched by this madness.

Returning from the shadows, she somehow bypassed the debris and everyone that trickled into the cramped space. She nearly walked right into the Magi. Fortunately for her, as the cottage continued in its attempt to swallow them all, a violent quake sent her crashing backwards to the floor, right on her rump. She scrambled, looking to find anything to hold on to. Glancing up to look at the Magi, she realized there was something else ... Someone else. Ajax had been the loud crash, having broken trough a wall? A door! A secret passageway! The edge of her mouth curved slightly and she stifled a laugh. She shouldn't have been all that surprised, but she was, and perhaps a bit relieved to see him. 

[color=darkseagreen]"We have to get out of here, now! This house is going to come down on us at any moment."[/color] she muttered. Her lips moved, but her voice was barely audible.