As her bindings finally snap as the flame licks up the side of them, she yanks her wrists free and reaches for the man's hands going towards hers. It takes a couple of attempts but she grips her fingers around his and–

After that, it's basically a tumble of limbs rolling away from the flaming roots. Inej knows how to fall, though, and tucks into herself and makes herself small as she rolls until she stops.

"All Saints," she mutters under her breath, trying to ignore the sticky-slick much she had landed in. "Ow..." she groans as she sits up, lifting her left wrist up. "I think it nicked me," she hisses as the adrenaline dies down in exchange for the burn to feel so painful.