"Celia," she said.
Not answering his question. Just confirming it the way a person confirms something when their brain has decided confirmation is the more manageable response to the current situation than all the other available responses.
"Good," Raven said.
The two men on his wrists made another attempt.
This one more committed than the first — both of them leaning back with their full weight, feet braced against the corridor wall, the physical math of two grown men pulling on a single person's arm expressing itself at full volume.
He turned his wrists.
Just turned them. The casual rotation of a person adjusting their grip on something. The two men's arms went with the motion, their elbows taking the angle first, then their shoulders, then their voices.
"AAUGH—"
"STOP — you're — STOP—"
"Let GO—"
