Lazarus frowned, before sighing and nodding in Damian's direction. "I'll talk to her." He looked in the direction she had gone. "I can get through to her." And with that he was gone. He had gone outside the guild and formed his wings. He flew upwards, like he did a while back, and perch himself on Sasha's window ledge, sitting down. She was in there. He couldn't fit through the gap in the open window, but he could talk. He tried not the startle her but sometimes it was inevitable. He knocked on the window. "Well this seems familiar." He smiled through the glass.