[and DON'T LOOK NOW, but approaching from the east...! Could it be? It is! Here comes the one-woman cavalry, here to save a certain Commissar's bacon.]
[putting it simply, Felicia looks like a hot mess: her robes are dirty, grass-stained, and snagged in a couple places, with even a few small leaves stubbornly clinging to it. The Felicia who had picked up her heavy restraint for that short sprint earlier has been a little more drained by a trek across the prison, and her gait is awkward and lopsided, the weight of the thing finally taking its toll.]
[two of her mechadendrites hover low at her sides, adding to her disheveled image, except for one, which is carrying something behind her high off the ground. Her head blocks her burden mostly from view as she approaches Cain and Calpurnia, but it swings a bit from side to side as she walks, and Cain will recognize it immediately: a certain sturdy white wicker basket, dangling by its handle. She raises a hand in greeting as she gets close enough to be sure they both see her]