Hiding had been no great feat for Anne-Marie, who always considered herself something of wallflower. She had slunk out of the cage cautiously when it was unlocked, but when she heard someone was approaching, her movement quickened as she hurried to another convenient pile of rocks, pressing herself down against them as she heard the footsteps approaching where she had been caged. Her heart raced; she could almost hear it thumping against her chest. If there was a divine to ask for protection, she would have, but she doubted Molag Bal would be listening to any calls, and knowing her background, she very much doubted any other higher being would be magnanimous to her pleas.

It happened rather quickly, and Anne-Marie was a little too shocked to do anything at first, when she saw the man who had freed her fall rather gracelessly behind the much too large Khajiit. [i]Oh no![/i] If it had been her choice, she would have probably tried to sneak out of there... but maybe there was something she hadn't thought of that the dark elf had? She didn't know, but she suspected dying was not one of those ways to escape... What was he saying-

Her blue eyes were a larger than should have been allowed as she saw the reason [i]why[/i] the Dunmer's voice was so garbled. But she didn't need to know what he was saying to know she had to help him out. It wasn't that he had saved her; it was just something she would have done regardless. Perhaps this was why she was so not suited for the life of a cult that sacrificed people to Molag Bal on the regular. Without further ado, the young Breton rose to her feet, stumbling slightly as she stepped on her cloak's hem in haste, arms spread and tottering to keep herself from falling over. There was no way so could take on that colossus of a Khajiit by herself... but maybe...

Calling on her magicka, her hands raised further. The Khajiit man was already surprised to see another escaped prisoner, but that was probably nothing when compared to seeing a rather ugly, totem burst from the ground before him. Constructed by bone, with arms stretched out and skulls decorating the top, it reeked of necromancy, fueling itself by not only Anne-Marie's magicka but also the essence of those who had passed away in this place. It was a creation made to protect her and her newfound ally, but also one to cause terror in the Khajiit guard. His fingers loosened their hold around the Dunmer's neck and it wasn't long before his hands were to his head, letting out a yowl of terror as he unwittingly let the dark elf fall to the ground.

"Come on!" Anne-Marie raced forward and grabbed at the Dunmer's wrist, yanking at him to get up up and away from the Khajiit. "We need to hide, and somehow get out of here too, but hide first!"