[Salone]

Lev struggled as he was untied none too quickly, as the guards were still wary about letting him loose. He rubbed his wrists as he was set free, trying to massage his wounds. He turned to look at Rue, trying to look concerned and loving, which was an odd expression on his face.

"We need to leave. Place is not great for my...my condition...is everything okay?"

He bit his lip a bit, seeming very...different, than he usually did. He seemed timid, almost scared. More prey than predator. He kept rubbing his wrists, as if the pain was genuinely affecting him. He looked back up to Rue, searching for guidance.