CrystalSmith
Mythical Mystery of the Dark
Raven looks at him, coughing slightly, she lowers her head flinching when she sees the knife, "Yes, I'll behave." She murmurs quietly, letting a tear fall. She lets out a sigh if relief as he cuts the rope. She hesitates, stands slowly, holding onto the pole for support, not wanting to stumble. She looks at him and bows her head slowly before lifting it again and looking at him. She rubs her wrists that were red from the rope. She touches her wounded arm and flinches again.