[Vander’s knowledge of magic is still bare-bones enough that he doesn’t quite realize there’s something amiss until Akua’s frustrations become increasingly apparent. His gaze follows her as she hurries over to the other side of the room, unsure of what’s to be found there, but certain that if it has to do with magic, she can no doubt take care of it with her expertise.
And luckily, they’ve got other methods at their disposal, and an expert at brute strength to come resume the job of breaking him free. Hayame’s instructions prompt a silent nod—one both grateful and understanding. He half-sits up as best as he can, ready to pull his arm back the moment the table he’s on begins to creak with the strain. And in the next moment he’s another step closer to freedom, pulling his arm close and gingerly rubbing at his wrist where the restraint had bit into him when he had strained against it prior to their arrival.
There’s only one to go, a broad strap over both lower legs and weaker for it; it is already somewhat askew from his earlier struggles. He sits up fully now, reaching out with shaky hands to try to help work himself free.
That shakiness gives him a moment of pause when Amos shoots that question at him.]
I… think I can manage. At least enough to get out of this place.
[Probably. He still feels utterly like shit, but it’ll be hard to really gauge it until he can get on his feet.]
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And luckily, they’ve got other methods at their disposal, and an expert at brute strength to come resume the job of breaking him free. Hayame’s instructions prompt a silent nod—one both grateful and understanding. He half-sits up as best as he can, ready to pull his arm back the moment the table he’s on begins to creak with the strain. And in the next moment he’s another step closer to freedom, pulling his arm close and gingerly rubbing at his wrist where the restraint had bit into him when he had strained against it prior to their arrival.
There’s only one to go, a broad strap over both lower legs and weaker for it; it is already somewhat askew from his earlier struggles. He sits up fully now, reaching out with shaky hands to try to help work himself free.
That shakiness gives him a moment of pause when Amos shoots that question at him.]
I… think I can manage. At least enough to get out of this place.
[Probably. He still feels utterly like shit, but it’ll be hard to really gauge it until he can get on his feet.]