She had given herself away and ran into the room all for nothing, it had seemed. Grumbles and grunts and growls escaped her as she rose to her feet, along with a string of vulgarities. The house was determined to take them all down, and one look at Genevieve told her all that she needed to know. 

Taking a brief moment, she gazed upon the old witch, the wrinkled skin riddled with age spots and decay, and the once luxurious head of hair turned dull and grey. Assuming the hat the talisman did this, Isabeau started to wonder the nature of the item, her thoughts returning to the moment atop the hill when the Magi had revealed it. It seemed to only have positive effects on her. 

Her thoughts were cut short as the beast woman lifted the frail figure from the floor.

Her own face contorted with a nagging thought. The beast woman had Genevieve, and Ajax had the artifact. She had no doubt that he might have his own agenda, but the feeling of failure trailed down her spine and clutched at her stomach. Despite how well things could go, she knew that this was only the beginning to a long and hard road. A road that would force her to face Regina, something she had been dreading for years now. 

Attempting to not be all doom and gloom, she turned to the Magi and muttered [color=darkseagreen]"With any luck, this can still go our way."[/color] 

Reluctantly, she jumped from the window ledge, allowing the vortex to carry her down safely.