Tomithy knew how to do a job right and stand by while a little girl was tortured, but he wasn't made of ice. He hesitantly gives Ptelea's head a slight pat. "Righto." He steps away from her and clips the handcuffs around Ambrose's wrists. "Alright you two, let's get going." He looks at Ptelea's ankles, the lines from where the wire had wrapped around them still visible. "You need a lift, little one?" He asks her unsurely. He justifies the offer to himself with the need to ensure fast progress and that the girl not harm herself anymore.