The night had, for once, offered Elayna some decent sleep. The exhaustion of their journey had caught up to her, and she was finally able to rest. However, of course, all good things had to end. As the first shots rang out outside the Mosque, Elayna stirred in the Western side of the chamber, where her bedding was set. Though she didn't actually wake until the assault truly began, and Francis urged them all to wake. Toad yipping in fright, the Alchemist acted fast to shove what she could into her satchel. Her mortar and pestle, a seasoned apparatus she'd hate to lose, her unfinished formula... the other apparatuses would never fit. "Shit..." Elayna cursed, hating to lose so much equipment. 

Picking up her dagger sheathe and fastening it to her leg, she stood with Toad in her arms, frantically scanning for where to go. The East wall was ruptured, and the Mosque was crumbling, crackling shots being loosed on the insurgents. She roused those she could, though many were very much awake now. Bodies were falling, and more Dwemer instruments of death were being erected. The Breton caught a glimpse of where everyone was headed, disappearing into the ground. Adrenaline pumping through her like mad, she ran to Francis and Zainat, feeling awfully close to having one of those projectiles go through her skull. 

"For the sake of your personal well-being, I highly recommend getting your asses in here!" Elayna said to the two men, quickly making her way down the hole. She would have stayed up there to help, but she was weighed down and she didn't trust anyone else with her companion.