Sina pauses at the name Herian, but then simply shakes her head and closes her eyes to concentrate. She and Herian have never gotten along great, but the woman is competent and fully prepared to take on the seriousness that is this situation. Sina doesn't have to like someone to want them at her side in a crisis.

The lock gives a final groan and snaps open, at which point Sina immediately ceases her spell and pulls it from the cage. The vines are still there, but they part to allow her to wrench the door open.

"Come, ma da'adahlin," she whispers, having to crawl partially inside-- and gagging once again at the stench-- to wrap her arms around the first baby and pull her back towards freedom.
"Myr," she says, trying not to choke, calling his attention to the infant so she can pass her off to him. Once answered, she dives back in for the second.