Athessa's hands are shaking, but she does as she's told without more than a nod to show that Fitcher has her attention. After what feels like a frustrating amount of focus spent on completing such a simple task, the elf scrubs her face with her hands, up down up down, and takes a deep breath.

Breathe in, count to four, breathe out...

It's hard to keep it together when a single muscle twitch floods your entire body with dread, stomach reeling at the fear of being controlled again. Athessa doesn't believe in any particular deities, but she'll be sending good words along to all of them about Fitcher saving her mind by giving it surmountable objectives during this escape.