He doesn't even wait for the key. The moment his hand is freed, he rips the thing from his face, leather straps snapping in his grip.

It's tossed aside like the trash it is, and for a moment Vlast stands tall, in pure spite of the injuries and humiliation their captors thought to inflict on him.

"I can carry her," he says as Teren slumps. He kneels, checking if she's still breathing. "They were not as kind to her as the rest of us."