There were holes in her uniform from where the fire touched her, or she rolled into hot coals. She was glaring at the man. She grabbed a length of rope from off the wall and went right to him She could not speak, it would be in snarls and draconic, as she still felt the burn of battle in her heart. She bound the man's hands behind his back and turned to Ithacles.
She took a few deep breaths.
"Are you alright?" She asked, knowing that both of them had their own share of injuries. Hers, she could deal with, but the Prince should have come out of this unscathed.
She felt the weight of that. She should have protected him from it.