[It's not long after they start running that the illusion dissipates, and Nott feels it when it does. Her short bursts of speed followed by impatient waiting for her rescuee to catch up are full of anxiety—after all, the conjured image can't exist further than 60 feet away from Nott. Which means it isn't perfect as a quick getaway, and she'll have to hope the armored woman she's picked up can handle being stealthy.
When they stop for breath and Nott waits for the woman to catch up, though, that gives her an idea.
She pulls off the secondary cloak on her shoulders, a Cloak of Elvenkind, and tosses it over the woman's helmet.]
Wear this. It'll hide you better.
[The cloak is enchanted to make its wearer harder to notice, while Nott herself is skilled enough on her own not to necessarily need its additional help. Besides, her main focus is helping this person right now.
So she ducks into a bush and disappears from view with a deep sigh.]
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When they stop for breath and Nott waits for the woman to catch up, though, that gives her an idea.
She pulls off the secondary cloak on her shoulders, a Cloak of Elvenkind, and tosses it over the woman's helmet.]
Wear this. It'll hide you better.
[The cloak is enchanted to make its wearer harder to notice, while Nott herself is skilled enough on her own not to necessarily need its additional help. Besides, her main focus is helping this person right now.
So she ducks into a bush and disappears from view with a deep sigh.]