While it felt like a major loss on her side, Elaine did start translating those sheets she had been given. Though full of reluctance. She was actually surprised when Descole had actually given her food after roughly a week of eating nothing at all. To be fair though, he probably wasn't expecting her to willingly starve herself. Even if Elaine had caved in herself around the same time. But the message from the incident was embedded in her mind. Descole was willing to do some degree of harm towards her if her felt it necessary. Outright refusing looked less appealing then it had in the beginning. Unless she was sure she could get away with it, she couldn't ignore her work.

She had moments of suddenly feeling thankful she had kept some degree of guard up when they first met and didn't divulge too much into her personal life. The last thing she wanted was her parents, brother and cousin threatened by her masked captor. The thought alone made her want to shiver a little. She could already imagine them being locked in a basement or attic...

No. Elaine wouldn't think about it. Descole as far as she knew, had no clue of her family and as such had no form of blackmail in the form of family to use against her. Or in general really since as far as Elaine could recall, she had never done anything illegal or cost her dearly.

She would just have to go along with Descole's demands until something came up. Then, she could finally return to her family and work.

Possibly with documents she 'acquired' through Descole as a donation to the London Museum. Without his knowledge, or permission really. But in all fairness, he had technically tried or at least intended to steal her work for the Golden Garden so really it would be justifiable on her part. She was the victim here so she was sure she would have gotten away with it.

The documents themselves were interesting enough. She supposed that was what made the whole thing lot easier on her. They seemed to mostly describe an island with a 'City of Harmony'. It shouldn't be surprising to say that it immediately caught Elaine's attention as she went through all myths and legends relating to Azran in her mind, and one came to mind. The Lost City of Ambrosia.

Elaine licked her slightly dry lips as she briefly thought over what to with that thought. If she put that note down, it might make Descole happy with her work and if he was, it might mean she could leave sooner then she would if she could not escape or could note be rescued. But Elaine smirked to herself. Why she should she make the note? Descole just wanted translations, yes? Well ideas and theories don't count, do they? At least, not in this special case. True, it was a bit of a long shot Descole wouldn't know of Ambrosia. He may already know, or have a book with some sort of mention in it. But if she could hold something back, then why not try?

It was almost dinner by the time she finished the last of the pages she was given. Candlelight being her only light source. Elaine gently ripped her translations out of the notebook she had been using and shoved them under the door into the hall. Just gently enough not to tear them. As for the documents... Well, Elaine didn't hesitate in folding them up as small as she could and tucking them into her bra. She was sure as long as Descole had what he wanted, he would care so much for the original copies.

She grabbed one of the books off the desk and began to read. It wasn't really that great of a book to be completely honest. The main character was incredibly dull yet she was the most sought after and attempted suicide over the 'loss of her true love', when he left for another country, breaking her heart. Apparently. It just made Elaine want to snort. What happened to romance novels? They were a lot better when she was a teenager. Granted, she could hardly see herself dating some sort of Heathcliff, but didn't change anything.

God she missed being a teenager. Life was simpler back then. It was a lot more fun too. Parties, having to defend her boyfriends when her older brother would speak only in French around them and insult them, sneaking out and not getting caught after curfew. Well, she was caught by her father sometimes. But Elaine was usually let off easily by him. Maybe it was because she had seldom sneaked out or because her dad was a big softy towards her. Over protective at times, yes, but he was still a good father who taught her right from wrong along with her mother.

Hearing footsteps outside, though just barely, made Elaine look up at the door. The footsteps stopped and Elaine waited to see what would happen. Judging by the time it took for the footsteps to leave, it had been Descole. Likely skimming over the pages just to make sure she had done her work correctly. Waiting another minute or two, Elaine shut the book she had been looking at and stretched her arms before she got out to look out the window. While a quiet country side was more peaceful then the city, Elaine still missed seeing the lights of buildings outside her window. It was strangely relaxing to her. Gave a sense that she wasn't really alone in her Georgian apartment in London.

Hearing a knock at her door, Elaine went to answer to see Raymond carrying tonights' dinner; cooked salmon with a glass of white wine, mildly surprising Elaine since this was the first time since she got here that she got a glass of wine with dinner.

"The Master seemed happy with your work, miss." Raymond said. Elaine wondered if the question showed on her face, if it was a coincidence her said it or if the old butler may have some sort of psychic power.

"Right then." Elaine murmured as she took the tray from Raymond. "Anything I should probably know?"

"Nothing I can think of, miss."

"Alright then." Elaine coughed in an awkward manner. "Um... merci." Elaine murmured, shutting the door just as Raymond was turning to leave. Elaine thought over the idea of a happy Descole. Earlier, she had thought a happy Descole may be good for her. However, thinking it over now she began to wonder if a happy Descole was actually bad for everyone else. That theory was only supported by the other times she recalled seeing him happy. Usually it had happened when something negative occurred.

But there was nothing Elaine could really do. As much as the Frenchwoman hated to say it, she was actually in a powerless position right now. She didn't risk anything by adding or removing something from the text, it seemed a bit dangerous for her to do that to Descole. She would have to wait until a chance came. A chance where she could lie but in a subtle way that could not be noticed. Maybe if she noticed something Descole did not, she could try and pass on some sort of clue to Professor Layton if a chance came when she could do so. After all, Descole had some sort of grudge against the Professor so it would be some form of defiance against him.

That was one of the more pleasant thoughts she had as she sat at her desk, dinning on tasty fish and fine, sweet wine. A chance would come to her soon enough, surely.

A chance came to Descole when she met him, didn't it?