He needs to leave, make his escape now before his captors can realize that he escaped their devil's trap. But he doesn't move, eyes locked onto the girl on the ground. How pathetic she looks, dirty and broken. When he'd woken up, chained and trapped, she'd already been there. And even if he left the cell unlocked, she'd have no way to get out on her own. He wonders, for a moment, what the guards might do to her, if they found him gone. Do with her.
He shouldn't care. He shouldn't be wasting his time with her. But there was something.. Something about the little, frail thing, weak and helpless, utterly dependent on his mercy- just how he'd been dependent on her.
Shaking his head, he steps forward, towards the door. Now that he has his powers back, it's barely an obstacle to force it open - but it will be loud. He can only hope that this is some deep down dungeon, one that is secured so well that there'd only be a single guard or two.
Just a guard or two, so no witnesses when they get to the girl..
The thought crosses his mind before he can stop it, and he scrunches his eyes closed for a moment.There is no time.
In one swift movement, he breaks down the door, the crash echoing down the empty corridor. Then he turns, crouches down, his arms wrapping around the girl's back and legs - she's so light he barely notices her weight as he lifts her up, and so skinny that he can feel every bone.
"Hold on tight. We're leaving."