Well, I figured it would be better to keep her out of the cell and let her breathe some air. The dampness and darkness of that place didn't suit her at all. The moment I unlocked the door and stepped aside, she immediately came out and clutched my hand tightly, like she'd been afraid I'd vanish if she let go.
Her grip was strong—strong enough that I could still feel the pressure through my arm—but it wasn't the same overwhelming force she had when her ability was active. Even so, that raw strength was still there, just hidden beneath her softer touch. What caught me off guard was how warm she felt. It wasn't just physical warmth either... it was something that pulsed faintly from her, almost alive. For some reason, being near her made me feel oddly calm, even though her kind could crush a man's skull without much effort.
