Constans looked on in dismay as the creature, shrieking with rage and pain, set the silk-coated walls aflame with its thrashing. "Shitshitshit-" he hissed and backed away, his cursing faltering when he felt Bethen land heavily on his shoulder. Concern crossed his features (concern that would have seemed as unlikely to Constans himself as it surely would have to Bethen up to that moment) while he craned his neck to try and get a look at the girl clinging to the back of his robes. She tugged at him weakly and coughed his name, looking like she'd been run over by a cart- and in fact, given the size of the spider, she might as well have been. Did she think she was going to drag him along again? Not that he felt like a handful of fresh flowers at the moment himself, but he didn't think her plan was going to work so well when it seemed like she couldn't even stand up on her own.
"Bethen," he protested with a furrowed brow, drowned out by her shout. She was limping. Quickly, mindful of their haste, Constans gripped her arm and gently (but firmly, don't-argue-with-me... ly) untangled her fingers from his robe. "Hold on to me," he murmured, wrapping the smaller mage's arm over his shoulder and his own around her waist, supporting her weight as he quickened their pace toward the exit. With smoke billowing in their wake, his nerves shot and his energy bottoming out, it didn't even occur to him to make light of their closeness. He half-carried Bethen the rest of the way to the great doors with his face set grimly, partly supporting himself with his companion's staff.
Relief surged through him as his fingers finally wrapped around the door's handle, only to be instantly dashed. When he pulled, the door wouldn't budge. He pushed for good measure, unable to be sure in his weary, fearful state whether he'd just forgotten, embarrassingly, which way they opened. No such luck. His face twisted with anger.
"This door cannot seriously be locked. The Enchanter did not really lock us in here," he snarled. Transferring Bethen's staff back into her most free hand, he banged on the thick iron double-door with his fist. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE? OPEN THE DOOR," the apprentice commanded at the top of his lungs. "THERE'S A FIRE!"