((Just posting to try to keep things moving while I deal with my various issues, short and sweet post <_<))<br/><br/>"So was I," Chira said, "But those who are responsible have been judged." Outside, on hearing that Delia can see the drow's eartips twitch as if hearing a good joke. "Pity. It's always good to have family around," the centaur says in slightly strained tones as she feels Xarius moving around under her, slowly and carefully undoing shackles. Nothing catches or sticks; the keys he got from the guard are good for her shackles as well as they'd been for her door. After hearing the rumble and hearing Xarius not comment on it, the centaur says quietly and quickly, "Sorry." before he gets back to work. "Get me in full body armor with a big spear and I'll cleave down an entire troop of Imperial cavalry," she says quickly in response to the catboy's talk of her upper body... but it doesn't sound like she's boasting or pleading as much as she's just saying what she can do. When he moves to put himself in the narrow space between the corner and her rear, Chira takes a quick breath but says, "I think I can back out by myself."<br/><br/>The centaur starts awkwardly hopping on one leg, trying to maneuver its rear to point at the door instead of the wall; every so often, she tries to put weigh on the injured leg. It does take some, but not nearly enough to keep her upright on its own, so the centaur has to awkwardly half-hop her way sideways and then backwards. While watching the ungainly performance, the drow muses, "Even if they won't be friends, they'll likely be less of a friend to any guards, I agree," to Delia as she moves along. There were 7 doors; one for her, Xarius, and the drow, with the centaur taking up two left two doors unexamined. When Chira emerges into the now-cramped hallway, the muscles at the corner of her face are bunched tightly with the strain of gritting teeth and sweat shines on her brow- getting out of the cell clearly hadn't been easy, even if she hadn't asked for any help to get out.