"It's rather cheap, considering," she grinned in the dark, and then they were on the roof and her eyes were scanning the murky rain. Kerrast's boys, there, the ambush party, there. Then she had a route of escape plotted, her mind quick and running far ahead of common sense on adrenaline - abruptly leashed; Aurin couldn't make half those leaps, much less squeeze through the Narrows, not with those shoulders. Two more routes were discarded similarly until she hit upon a winner, a path across the rooftops that Aurin could safely traverse that ended in a small safehouse. It would do... as long as they weren't caught on the way.
No sign of the pursuers, yet, but they would be upon the alley in seconds, and if they thought to look at the crates, or look up, they were both in big trouble. Hopefully Aurin's eyes weren't indicative of a concussion or something. "This way, fast as you can. The sooner we're under cover, the sooner we lose your new friends." And then she was off, checking over her shoulder every so often to make sure he was following, scanning constantly, hyperaware of everything in spite of the dark and rain.