Samandriel stood smoothly and followed Carrick. He licked his lips as he considered things, a nervous habit he'd picked up likely from his vessel long before he was human in it. He was sure he'd gotten out of a whipping, but there were still so man other options on the table that he didn't truly know what else might come.
He didn't need prompting to go to the frame. It was obviously where Carrick wanted him and he would accept this as he had so much else that day. At least the cuffs were clean. Not that he was himself again yet, but the idea of Carrick knowing how to bind an angel was far too frightening to even truly begin to consider. "Erastes," he said, looking over his shoulder and clearly awaiting orders.