I No Longer Have Need of These, and Would Like Them Gone

Oh good, at least he had understood her when she had made the cutting motions over her wrists, and didn't immediately assume she wanted to die -- she had had such a time getting the chain's removed from them, but those had been hacked at for so long that she had feared for the safety of her hands if they had continued. The same with her ankles. And when he told her to stay quiet, she gently rolled her eyes, sighing a bit. She could be quite, Prim was an expert at staying quiet after all.

The man seemed familiar, she thought, as she placed her wrist down on the bench, wrapping part of her robe over her hand so a stray cut wouldn't take a thumb off. At least he hadn't immediately tried to reason with her that sawing her whole hand off was the only way to get the shackle off. That had been.. unfortunate. Her conviction wavered some as she looked Ash over, before she cautiously nodded. He looked more trustworthy.. and if he tried to angle the saw in such a way that it looked like he was about to take the hand off, she'd yank it back and run.

She could live with them a bit longer if it meant keeping her hands. She could live with them on her forever if it meant keeping her hands. There was no little bit longer, she would choose to live with hands that could find her work, than to lose them and probably her life in the process. She smiled sheepishly to him, looking at him through her lashes, the inside flesh of her lower lip pulled between teeth to worry a bit, the corners of her mouth either pulling down further or returning to their normal position as she continued to worry, jaw moving side to side with the action.

Thanks, it was barely a whisper, voice airy with disuse, but the intent was clear. She was grateful that he seemed to actually want to help her.

@Ashaad