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"But...I..." Ovaan's eyes couldn't leave hers as they filled with tears. He finally couldn't bear it anymore. He pointed at the shackle and it burst open. "I'm sorry." He muttered, looking away as he knelt beside her.

Without even thinking about it, he pulled her into a hug. He didn't say anything, just held her, trying to comfort her and apologize at the same time without speaking. The poor girl was terrified. What had he done?

Okay, it was one thing for him to hug her. It was another thing entirely for her to hug him back. He squirmed a little, but squirming only hurt his side. So he stiffened, but that didn't help either. He finally settled for an uncomfortably mumbled "ouch" and gently peeled her off of him, one hand moving to hold his side.

He knelt there, holding his side and watching her with a disgruntled expression. Okay, so the cuff had been a flop. He couldn't tie her up or she'd have another banshee-attack and cry all over the place. So much for that idea. How else was he supposed to convince her that her life depended on staying? Well, at least she couldn't get out of hear unless he flew her down.

"I..." he said guiltily, to break the silence, looking to the side of her.

An awkward silence stretched between them. Finally unable to stand it anymore, Ovaan turned away, muttering "women" contemptuously under his breath. Sheesh, and she questioned his sanity. What an obnoxious brat he'd landed himself with.

He crossed the room and tug through on of the drawers of his dresser, muttering to himself what a waste of time it was to try to save this ungrateful little girl's life, anyway. He ought to just leave her for dead.

Kelala's growling caught Ovaan's attention, but he refused to grace her with any attention. But when he sensed-more-than-heard her move, he was forcewd to recognize it. "What are you doing?" Ovaan asked with obvious annoyance, turning around to face her, arms crossed as he frowned at her. "You're not trying to leave, are you? Idiot. You'd never make it out of here alive without me to fly you. You're trapped." There. See how she liked that thought. He was feeling particularly unpleasant at the moment. "Even without that shackle, you're still stuck here."

Ovaan swore as she crashed through his door. That would take days to repair! Stupid brat! He bolted after her with surprising agility, though the nimbler demon could probably outrun him if she tried. He gripped the lip of the wall beneath the door and bent over it, to see what had become of her.

They were very, very high up. While flying down only took a matter of seconds, climbing down would take hours. It was plenty possible fo ranyone with enough grit to climb for hours, as the bark was coarse and uneven, making hand and footholds plenty.

Ovaan glared down at her, a feeling of defeat washing over him in an unbearable wave of helplessness. But so what? She could get down without him, but she couldn't get back up. And he could always go get her.

Or just leave her for It.

With a frown, he leapt out the doorway, falling down to her level and hovering before her by flapping his wings, creating enough of a wind to give her trouble jumping as he kept himself up. His antenna stood on end, helping him balance.

"And what exactly are you going to do once you get to the ground, oh Gracious One?"

Ovaan scowled at her. Great. What to do now? She was really trying to leave...

"You can't go." He seethed in frustration. "Unless you want to die."

What was her problem, anyway? Why was she flirting with disaster, risking not only her life but perhaps his, as well? His eyes burned a deep purple of repressed anger, frustration born of helplessness.