Honestly, Elle, wasn't even aware Nilovas had followed her till the Imperial, whose name was revealed to be Hadvar, addressed them both. She glanced back at him before focusing her attention forward again, occasionally looking up to make sure the dragon wasn't about to swallow them whole or something. She was very glad when she spotted Ralof again. Their short exchange, she had to admit, made her curious. Clearly there was some history there, and not the good kind. 

She hesitated when they both ran in opposite directions, each one calling for the dunmer and herself. Her instinct made the choice before her mind could, running after Nilovas and Ralof. 

[color=9E9E9E]"Come on! Into the Keep!"[/color] he said, running for the door. 

Elle followed behind Nil, rushing in doors after him, Ralof bringing up the rear. Once inside, Elle took a moment to breathe, coughing due to some of the smoke that had founds its way into her lungs as she eyed the door before turning to look at Ralof again, who had walked over and knelt beside two fallen stormcloaks. 

[color=9E9E9E]"We'll meet again in Sovngarde, brothers," [/color]he said sadly, kneeling down next to them and closing their eyes before he turned and faced Nilovas and Eilonwy grimly,[color=9E9E9E] "Looks like we're the only ones who made it. That thing was a dragon. No doubt. Just like the children's stories and legends. The harbingers of the End Times." [/color]He looked at the door behind them before down at the fallen soldiers, [color=9E9E9E]"We better get moving," [/color]he said before beckoning to Elle, [color=9E9E9E]"Come here. Let me see if I can get those bindings off."[/color]

Elle walked toward him hands out, [color=00B2EE] "Thanks for this,"[/color] she said quietly, rubbing her wrists when he cut the ropes with a dagger. 

[color=9E9E9E]"There you go," [/color]he said, before looking at them both, [color=9E9E9E]"You may as well take their gear," [/color]he gestured to the dead stormcloaks, [color=9E9E9E]"They won't be needing it anymore."[/color]

Elle looked down, picking the smaller of the two and taking his fur boots and cuirass, both of which were still large on her, but it was better than nothing. She picked up the axe and gave it a few swings, satisfied with the balance, even if she was more of a short sword kind of person.