Asterion moved back to working on the straight jacket until he could pull it free of her. He glanced down at her legs and saw one was wrapped in bloody bandages- There was no way she would be able to walk out of here. So he moved closer, trying to warm her cold body with his own. “We’re going to get you out of here,” he whispered, almost like if he said it too loudly, someone would stop him. “I can carry you to my car, or call for help. What should I do?” He was good at breaking down doors and rushing in to break necks. He wasn’t so good at strategy.