Lauralye had been wise this time and grabbed a jacket. She had just pulled it on before Robert guided her over to the window, a hand around her waist. She looked at him as he secured his arms around her then flew off into the air. As they threw over the castle wall, she looked back at her window and the place that had been her home. She bit her lip, she knew it was right to leave. She could do more for her country out here than they would ever let her do in there. Robert's voice, asking her how she liked the view, tore her out of her thoughts and her eyes away from the ever-shrinking castle. She looked down to the ground far below them and nodded, "It is quite lovely..."