"Ah, so little faith in me, huh?" He asked with a wink. He found his face almost rested with a grin as he spoke to her. She seemed to enjoy being playful as much as he, something he wouldn't have ever guessed he would experience with a Nord. "Oh, the Thalmor would love to conquer Hammerfell from what I hear. Oddly enough, Elves have a harder time in deserts than they do Tundras, though the word is they are having some trouble with your people as well." 

Alim shifted, his back and hips stretching a bit, though his head lay unmoving, still watching Thyra as she pondered. "I know a few places we could go," he told her. "I've been in Cyrodiil for a few years, though it will be dangerous. Stick close to me and you'll be fine. I know how to sneak past a few unsavory characters. Then again, I'm certain you could take care of yourself. If we must, we can root them out. They would prey on the helpless after all." Alim might be a thief, but he wasn't a monster. He found killing travelers for their wares reprehensible.

As she began to ramble, he just gazed her as she gestured and spoke with dark eyes. "Well you've certainly thought this out," he replied, his voice low and smooth. "I agree wholeheartedly, my friend." He said, suddenly yanking himself up by the bars into a sitting position. He held one hand above his head, still gripping the bar. "Besides, danger comes with the territory of being a fugitive. As long as you don't mind bathing in a river and roughing it for a few nights, we'll be fine. Two prisoners like us won't be harassed to the border, I do not think."