Aeotha swept back away from the door as if it were about to be sundered in sparks. Skandra likewise took the slightest step back and the moment seemed to call for something enormous. The kind of effort that makes it look like mountains could be moved. Leir took a deep breath.
He plucked the key from his pocket. It spun around in the lock with a gentle twist. Click.
"There's a term for this," he said, watching the door swing open on quiet hinges. "But there it is."
He moved away from the yawning mouth of the cell to allow Skandra the egress. Leir didn't seem to notice that they'd just been discussing drow, and the killing thereof. Instead he was behind Aeotha and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, rocking her back and forth like someone who doesn't know how to dance.
"One of us got a present," he said to her. "It isn't you, ha!"