He would have felt bad for her, but he was rushed to get dressed. Rolling his eyes, he released her, then got dressed with the door still open.
He still felt sorry for her. She was how old and she lived like this? She lived like some little girl playing dress up in an imaginary world. She'd never been kissed and hardly knew a thing on the real world, on fresh air and the bright sun, on getting dirty and enjoying oneself. Well, at least until he escaped, he decided to help her out.
Maybe then she'd finally learn to relax.
When he was finished getting dressed, he took the collar and whistled. "Och! Lass! Ah'm done!"