The place was fairly easy to get into, though it required more than a simple kick to the door; yet hell hath no fury like a woman ready to protect her a child. She followed her psychic link to Arthur, trailing a hand along the walls and doors that she passed until she finally reached the boy, running straight for him. Regardless of how he had reacted the first time, Elisabeth pulled him into a tight hug, a protective hug, a hug meant to convey all the love and regret she felt for him. "I'm here, baby darling, we're going home. I'm so sorry."
She pressed her forehead to his, careful to not let any of her tears fall on him. She held one of his hands, if he allowed her, while using her psionic blades to cut away his bindings, cursing under her breath in Mandarin so he wouldn't have to be subjected to more foul language. And the moment he was set free, Elisabeth held onto him to shadow-port them back home.