Her smile was crooked and hardly there, and she allowed him to go without any more pleas for his safety. He could handle himself. She just had to convince herself that she didn't need to watch every step he took in the process.

She rushed up to the Hold as instructed, blades out and ready for the few she knew she had no choice but to engage and put an end to. Elissa had the element of surprise on her side, able to kill one before any of them even noticed. Two others rushed her and she had a more difficult time killing them, one getting close enough to nearly touch her armor before she took off its head. The others had followed Duncan away, giving her time to set up where she needed to put her trap. The flask was opened and its contents emptied in a half-circle away from the Hold, angled to catch even the few stragglers who would come around the side. It was an obvious trap if observed at the right angle, perfect for their shambling adversaries to fall into but not so difficult that an ally would trip into it.

Once she was ready, she put two fingers to her lips and whistled loudly for Duncan. "Here!" she called, grabbing out the smoke bomb. She gave him ten seconds to register her shout before she tossed it down, cloaking herself and the trap she'd left behind.