"I'm glad you're all right," Skandra's voice echoied around the cell.
"Shot in the leg, actually," Leir mumbled. Probably too quiet.
Either Iluvatar had lucked straight into the right answer or he was craftier than Leir thought. He knew the man was smart but he was also rather plain, or at least Leir liked to think, because that made them similar. Straight forward. Regardless, it was tremendous that he'd sent Aeotha along as well.
Following Leir's eyes would explain why. While the Priestess explained precisely how miserable the creature inside the cell was, Leir himself was studying the door, the lock, the hinges. Without Aeotha there he'd just be ripping something down in order to be done with it. No reason to dwell--he wasn't letting Skandra rot or hang, so as far as he was concerned the bars were rather meaningless.
"Has anyone fed you?" A reasoable question, considering the state of affairs. Remembering to toss some bread at a prisoner was probably low on priorities.