Estinien feels the weight of being pulled into two directly as Himeka seizes his arm in an attempt to liberate him. The one problem, really, is that his wrist has just been sprained - he's no stranger to pain and he's faced more than his share, but the pressure on a freshly damaged joint is no treat.

The guard is even less pleased. Whatever he had intended to do after shackling Estinien initially, Himeka's additional interference is not ingratiating the pair. He yanks even more roughly on Estinien's wrist, ostensibly deciding that he's had enough of this elf getting away with bad behavior.

"Give me your other wrist," the guard demands instead. "Or I'll make this uncomfortable."

Given that the guard already has one wrist in chains, Estinien is not enthusiastic about handing over another, out of pride if nothing else. The thought that he might be taken back to solitary to starve in silence for however much longer... well, resisting certainly isn't going to make it happen less, but the fear is enough to make his struggle no matter how foolish.

"Suck my arse," Estinien spits.

That, apparently, tears it as far as the guard is concerned. As such, instead of chaining Estinien's hands together... instead, he reaches up to fasten the other side of Estinien's shackles above the crossbar of their prison grate. Estinien is tall enough that it can't force him to dangle, but it puts him in a difficult position nonetheless.

Estinien yanks against it with a sound of displeasure, flinching as it further agitated his injury.