"That I did. The grate of her cell through which I spoke to her was enchanted, or as enchanted as Changeling magic gets. Tampering with it would have been unhealthy, I imagine. She was herself far too… royal to fit through such a tiny space. She was also weighed down with magical chains that prevented shapeshifting. I had no means of helping her out of there even if I wanted to." Handy then looked sideways at Crimson, "But now I have options. Now come on, Changelings first."