When she heard the familiar sound of a gun being shot, a part of her was pleased. Perhaps, if she is lucky, it's Percy. She doesn't hold her breath though. She's currently hiding in a dark alley, making sure that that creature can't find her. For that reason, Trinket is currently in Raven's Slumber and she's plastered against a wall near and open doorway.

At the sound of pounding feet, she pulls an arrow out of her quiver, notching it quickly onto Fenthras' bowstring and holding her breath. She smothers a cry of surprise as she sees the brilliant white of her lover's hair, especially as he speaks. Without thinking twice, she pops her arrow back into the quiver, Fenthras is slung over her shoulder and she puts out a hand to snag onto the characteristic jacket Percy always wears.

When she has the fabric in her hand, she pulls with all of her strength to get him into the doorway she's left open. Then, she has her hand over his mouth. "Be quiet. We don't want them to hear us," she whispers before finally looking at him and feeling tears well up in her eyes. "We can talk later, but we need to move now, darling."