"I did," she returns, although there is some hesitation in her voice. It's not that she's unsure that she's asked for his help, no. She's unsure if she wants to follow-through.

Still dressed in non-distinct robes, still wearing the rattling bone shackles around her neck, feet, and ankles, she takes a few steps closer.

"I..." she starts and pauses, not quite sure how to phrase her ask. It should be so simple. She doesn't want to be shackled, why is it difficult to ask for that? Why is she nervous about it in this place that is but isn't real. Swallowing, she steels herself, pressing her shoulders back with a sort of forced confidence that isn't totally there.

"I want to take these off," she gestures with her wrists, pulling on the shackles. "I thought I might be able to use something from your domain."