The entering sorceress's demeanor at first gave Aria the stomach-twisting worry that she was one of her captors; the way she took the time and magic style her own hair rather than free them. When the lady seemed to express undue interest in their possession and taunt them for being...spoiled? (it was true Aria was an aristocratic daughter, but she wondered if the lady knew this or was intuiting somehow or guessing from their things), Aria felt a great worry that the lady would decide simply to run off with the material profit of their gear.<br/><br/>She couldn't completely follow the lady's profusions, but gathered that she seemed to disapprove of her circumstances or whatever actions she supposed she had committed. Well, Aria reflected, if the thugs had falsely accused her of cheating at cards, who knew what other lies they'd sown? The lady even knew her name.<br/><br/>Hopefully she'd get out and get a chance to clear the air. She certainly wasn't going to argue with her maybe-rescuer while still helpless though, that could prove most foolish and dangerous.<br/><br/>"Ahhh, thanks!" she relaxed as the ropes gave way. Freed, she helped Keela to her feet and went outside the unlocked-cell immediately.<br/><br/>While redressing and rearming with her things, she told the blonde rescuer, "Thank you, Feyua was it? Or I shall happily call you 'savior sorceress'....and as thanks, let me just as you suggest, help prevent a fate such as this from befalling you. From what I gather, the thugs here are all too happy to use any excuse to seek to capture a lovely lady like yourself. Let's work together to get clear of this place, to our own mutual safety!"<br/>