Irielle kept her arm firmly around Kana as she guided her toward the sofa, moving with surprising gentleness for someone who had just been dragging an unconscious man across the floor.
Kana's legs still refused to cooperate, each step feeling as though it might fold beneath her again.
By the time she sank into the cushions, she let herself melt into them, feeling the plush fabric cradle her tired body.
Without missing a beat, Irielle knelt beside their unwanted guest, deftly looping a coil of enchanted rope around his wrists and ankles.
The bindings shimmered faintly, the faint hum of magic filling the quiet room. Irielle tugged once, testing the tension, before dusting off her hands with a satisfied smirk.
"Are you… okay?"
Kana asked quietly, her voice still carrying a note of lingering shock.
Irielle chuckled—low and amused, as if the question itself was the funniest thing she'd heard all week.
