She glanced at Oliver with worried eyes, before she looked back at Tim. For all they knew he could be faking it. But it was Oliver's call. Tim still looked pretty bound. So even if he was faking it, they probably didn't have to much to worry about.
Slipping in between Oliver and the door frame, which wasn't hard for a petite five foot nothing person of her size, she knelt on one knee and brought her stele to the floor. As her hands moved, the smell of burnt wood filled the tiny space. It only took a few seconds, and then the runes holding him in were set to let him out.
Getting up quickly, she slipped out from infront of Oliver and back to beside the door. She had no idea if she was supposed to leave, or wait to lock him back in just in case. So she'd stay just where she was until someone asked her to do something. Glancing at Oliver, she twirled her stele in her fingers and then crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly becoming interested in the ceiling.