She held her ground for as long as possible, afraid that if she made a beeline for the door, he'd be left behind in the smoke and she'd lose him. Elissa kept one blade out, the one not covered in flame, in preparation for any fight that managed to slip through the smoke and the trap itself. When Duncan finally was able to join her, she turned and went for the door, helping him tug it open. She gestured for him to go first and she grasped the door handle to pull it closed behind them, all too glad to get inside.

Elissa turned and took him by the arm, leading him away from the doors and the windows so they wouldn't be spotted by the undead outside and followed. She didn't take him far, just to one of the alcoves near the door and out of immediately line of sight, wary that they perhaps stumbled into a much more dangerous situation inside. Her footsteps were silent, practiced, and she all too gladly took the moment to catch her breath. "Are you all right?" she asked softly, gaze riddled with concern.