It was a cruel fate to be abandoned. Alone, scared. Cyrelias understood the sentiment just as much. The rage, the betrayal of someone so close— it would have driven her to the same fate.

But it didn't.

The warden understood that just like any other, his pain was not unjust. His fury was justified. But even so the woman knew that without this creature, perhaps everything she had come to know and love of this place would be lost. To vanish under the weight of someone else's consequence. It was up to her and many others to see things right. To set him free.

Without a second thought, she's a blur of motion. Cyrelias is fierce as she is calculative, her jaws snapping, body wrenching with every movement as she tries to make work out of the chains. No matter what harm may come, she accepts her fate just as the others do.

Once more the woman would assume her role as a guardian. Even if it would feel to be her last in these time of calamity.