Ahnasha did not need to get inside the tent, and indeed, she did not believe she would be able to even if she tried. The journal did not even need to be hidden too well inside, as long as it was in the tent. Slowly, she reached into her bag and put her hand to the book. Every motion she made had to be precise and deliberate to keep herself from making any mistakes. The sounds of crickets in the air at least overshadowed the faint noise of the book brushing against her leather pouch. 

The Orc looked occupied with his snack, but he was still glancing around the camp. Ahnasha kept her eye close on him, waiting for him to look in a different direction. She turned the book on its side and lined it up with the small gap between the tent's flaps. With immense concentration, she applied just the smallest amount of telekinesis to pull apart the tent's flaps so she could slide in the book. Despite only requiring a small amount of magic, the fact that she was having to maintain her invisibility at the same time made it immensely more difficult. He form glimmered and distorted, to the point that she might be noticeable if someone happened to be looking right at her. Nevertheless, she continued to slide the book in until it was finally inside and she could release it. Withdrawing her hand from the tent, her eyes darted around the camp to determine if anyone had noticed. She did not see anything suspicious, even with the Orc, so it seemed likely that she had succeeded. The only task that remained was her escape, which she would need to accomplish quickly. After that exertion, she was feeling magically drained. 

Arinette reached her hand back to grab a hold of the staff secured to her back, but with Do'rhajul's claws digging into her throat, she did not attempt to draw it. "Unhand me you...mangy cat. God or no, I'm still more powerful than all of you put together."

"And would that power keep me from bleeding you out right here and now?" Do'rhajul growled. 

As he pressed harder against her neck, Arinette started to have to strain more to speak. For all of her apparent confidence, she did not appear to be able to hide some of the fear in her expression. "No...it wouldn't. And would you be able to...stop lord Vile from...punishing you?" She strained to say. 

After a tense delay, Do'rhajul relented his grip enough to allow Arinette to take in a deep breath, though he still silently stared down Arinette. After catching her breath, she finally continued more calmly. "We can do it your way for now. If he'll be nothing but a benefit like you say, then we shouldn't have anything to worry about, right?"

With as heated as their argument had become, their voices had naturally raised along with it. For Arinette, their words drowned out Sabine's cough, but it was harder to say if Do'rhajul had been able to make it out distinctly. He was a lycan Khajiit, and therefore had a particularly acute sense of hearing. He did not react as if he had immediately identified what it was, but his ears twitched and he started to look up.