"Well, I felt very uncomfortable in those chains. I was about to become paranoid and I was starting to lose myself on a mental level. Aside from that, everything should be all right, Dear. You're Sirra, right?" Shri said breathing somewhat heavily as she now glanced at the nonce bloodied chains and a bloody wrist. Both were starting to cake up with reminants of what was left from her anxiety. "Thank you," she whispered.