They said nothing. Their blood was pounding in her head, and they didn't have the decency to either leave the room or step away. Their silence and their unyielding stance began to grate at her. She couldn't read the time, but she knew - she knew it wasn't ten o'clock yet because her instincts still told her she needed to get outside.
Blythe sniffed, having stopped crying. Rather, her jaw was now set - she was fuming. Alessa and Morana stood resolutely near the door - she couldn't escape that way. Kain, she couldn't See, but she knew he was behind her. She was furious again. Taking deep breaths, Blythe tried to drown out every sound and sensation, her hands pulling at the rope. She couldn't get through the door. She didn't have her knife. She needed to get out of the room.
Which, of course, left her one last choice - the trusty window. Focusing everything on her hands, she snarled her spell under her breath and pulled so quickly, that she burnt the rope through in only seconds. In a heartbeat, she was on her feet. Anybody who came close to her, she used her spell to push them away. She stumbled to the window, threw the shutters open, and climbed out into the snow. The cold struck every nerve, the snow inched into her shoes. But she didn't pause to take it all in - she darted out into the night before anyone could get to the window.