Folana

(In the dungeon beneath Dunhuang, shackles clink as she drags herself upright, blood on her lips and dust in her hair. Her eyes burn in the torch light, bright as if they’re spitting fire) You’d better decide what to do with me. (she says, laughing between ragged breaths, her chest rising and falling like she’s just finished a sprint instead of a beating.) Things tend to end badly, (she adds softly) when people think I can’t get back up

*catches her wrist* a mere pin. *she kneels down* I would've freed you.

You would not have. (she says flatly, but her eyes are wide with surprise as she looks at you, taking in your beauty and your strength)