Gra'ak's words to help to calm her a bit, the girl looking up at the voice and biting her lip for a moment... but it's Pantea's threat that breaks Ceara out of her panic, gasping at the idea. She scrambles to her feet, still blushing deeply, but seeming to be in control of herself. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, she looks down, thinking for a moment, before glancing around, as though looking for something. Looking more and more frustrated as she fails to find what she's looking for, she finally let's out a bit of feline muttering, looking down and beginning to write in the dirt with her toe.<br/><br/>"No shackles. Still can think just fine. Maybe can...."<br/><br/>She mews a few more times, the pitch shifting a bit, as she tries speaking in the other languages she knows, sighing a little as that idea fails to pan out. Reluctantly, she starts writing again, looking a bit frustrated by how long it takes.<br/><br/>"...nevermind, can't. Can still write though. And no shackles. On your side. Might need my help if you need to fight. And can still help try to find cure.