Where he'd initially been impressed by how large the centaur's cell was in comparison to his own, the further in he got, the more he realized just how necessary it was. By the time he was busying himself in undoing her first shackle, he is pressed tightly against her side, his head mere inches from the centaur's underbelly. He was relieved at least in the manner she accepted him, dropping any form of hostility once he and the drow had both said their peace. Xarius, would continue to take it slow however, as even if she trusted him, a sudden jolt of pain for her could lead to a serious injury for him, especially if her leg was as bad as she described it to be. "Well, Chira.." he tries on her name for the first time, making an effort to get the pronunciation right. "I'm truly sorry to hear about your herd." he pauses, allowing a solemn moment of silence before continuing. "As for my own family, I've not seen my flesh an blood for some time now, not since I was a child have I been within their care." he explains, and while the temple had been a sort of extended family, he would never describe them as such. "I'm actually not even aware if they yet live, so as far as my actually family is concerned, I may as well be the only one." he explains with a solitary shrug of his shoulders.<br/><br/>The hand that'd brushed along her flank, would follow the muscles of her leg downward as the catboy kneels alongside her. He shimmying slightly under her as his efforts focus on undoing the metal shackles. While turning the key was the easy part, undoing them would take considerably more care. His feline pupils, wide as saucers, in the darkness, as he observes the damage she's done to both the wall and herself. The strain she exerted on the thick metal bolts must have been immense, to cause them to pull free and begin to buckle as they had... of course the damage done to her own leg was equally cringe worthy. Without even looking, he can feel the freshness of her wound, the wet heat of blood staining the metal as he works to pull the clasping iron apart.<br/><br/>The first shackle is undone without complication, Xarius setting it aside with a rattle of chain and iron, "One down...now for the other." he lets her know, as he now had to either get up and shimmy all the way around her, or dip underneath her. Opting for the quicker option, as the sooner she could be released the better, Xaruis crawls on hands and knees beneath the centaur, the soft furry tips of his ears lightly tickling the underside of her belly as he makes his way to the far shackle. "One more to go." he comments, gently patting her inner thigh, before reaching down to begin the process of undoing the second shackle. This leg at least had not sustained the injuries of the prior, where the first leg was bloodied and hung almost limply, this leg was strong and sturdy, doing it's job admirably at supporting the strong body of the centaur above him...and good thing as Xarius doubted he possessed the strength to budge such a creature where it to come to rest atop him.<br/><br/>The scent in the cell was strong, and having keener senses than the average human, Xarius is able to pick up on all familiar tones of the stables back home, yet as cramped as the cell was the scent was muted in comparison to stalls suited to hold multiple horses. As such they did not offend him in the slightest, as he largely disregards them, focusing instead on the task at hand. As he works to pull away the second shackle, Xarius ears would be met by the unmistakable rumble of the centaur's stomach above him. Being directly beneath it, the sound is near deafening to the keen ears of the catboy, they perking in surprise, brushing their tips against the soft underside of her belly as they take in the hungered cry of her tummy. For one as hungry as she sounded, she certainly didn't look it.... her curves had ample padding, being enough to mask the powerful muscles which he'd felt tensing and flexing below. She'd not gained such a physique off grain alone, that much he knew for certain. Though the perking of his ears made it clear that he'd heard her belly, when she speaks as if it hadn't happened, Xarius chooses to forgo mentioning it as well, despite having made it quite clear to her that he'd heard. "Fighting the enemy head on...that's admirable...and I've a feeling your upper body can deliver quite a great amount of punishment as well...." he muses as he finishes with the last shackle. "And that's the second one... now just give me a moment to position myself, and I'll get free of your legs." he comments, crawling forward in the darkness towards the far wall.<br/><br/>He didn't want to be on the side of her bad leg when she went to move that was for sure, which left him crawling away from the open door. Pressing a hand against the opposite wall he follows it up as he pulls himself to his feet. Rising to stand in the far corner behind the centaur, as far out of the way of her feet as he is able. Turning to face her, he gently rests a hand on her rump, "If you need any help getting out, just let me know." he offers, indicating his willingness to push if need be, as pulling a was not even an option given his current position. "Once we get out of this cell, Delia or myself will be able to use our magics to help heal ya up." he explains to her, as logically it would have been better to mend the wound before she moved, yet given the nature of the cells that was quite impossible.