It was well past midnight before Khero decided to make a break for it. Darius hadn't checked on her, and everyone should be asleep by now, she thought. And the house had been silent to her ears for some time now.
Moving cautiously, with a practiced silence she'd learned from years of sneaking around, she picked up her pillowcase, headed for her window, and opened it.
It squeaked, and she winced and went very still, breath held as she waited and counted, but when nothing happened after several minutes, she slowly worked it open the rest of the way.
It was fortunate that they were on the ground flood. That made life so much easier for her, and so she looked around cautiously, searching for guards or anyone who might be patrolling the grounds, and then climbed slowly out the window. Lowering herself to the ground, she fell into a crouch and pressed against the side of the building, sticking to the shadows and waiting again, scarcely breathing, letting her eyes adjust to the dark, letting her heart calm, and getting herself attuned to what she had to do.
And then, when she was ready, she slung the pillowcase over her shoulder and started to creep around the building, keeping low as she headed for the wall. She wouldn't use the main gate; she would find a way to climb over.