Ester winced in pain numerous times whilst he tried to unlock her cuffs. She flinched when it<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>hurt but other than that she tried to hold still, knowing the sooner the handcuffs were off her wrists the better she'd feel. She suspected she was the only one handcuffed because of what she was arrested for, perhaps the guards assumed she wouldn't be able to perform magic whilst her hands were bound. How foolish they were. Enough blood had spilled from her to perform her spell back in the alienage all over again and what she'd been put through today had pissed her off enough to not feel scared by what happened last time. A little more practice and she was sure she'd be able to make the spell work. Not that she had anyone she'd want to use it on.<br/><br/>When Mesaraih managed to crack the lock the elf sighed with relief, watching as the metal chains dropped from her wrists and smashed against the cold, hard floor. Her own wrists were as horrible to look at as one might have expected, having been restricted for so long. She waved a hand over the opposing wrist, small frost like mist wrapping around the injuries. It wasn't healing them, just soothing the soreness. Her brows furrowed, the ice was both relieving and provoking the pain she felt. She needed to stop using magic today, before she wore herself out completely.<br/><br/>She wasn't surprised when Mesaraih started babbling on again. She looked down at the flames, listening to the occasional crack of a branch. "All shem's talk too much." She commented, not looking at him as she spoke. "You've helped me twice now, though. I don't think talking too much is a good enough reason to kill you, even in my books." She mumbled, smirking.