Layte couldn't believe she had been caught, leaving her with a simmering anger deep inside as she could do nothing but stand around in chains that dug against her flesh for who knows how long. If only she had been in her jackalope form she could have likely foreseen the surprise attack and hopped safely on her merry way out of the mess, but she had unfortunately been in her humanoid form at the time. It was a form she was stuck with for the time being due to being underground and her transformation powers relying on the moon being out. That was the second problem keeping her contained. A jackalope would have no problem at all slipping out of these confines. Either they knew she couldn't transform while underground or they just got incredibly lucky. Not that she knew what to do once she got free, but at least it would be a start, and surely she'd think of something.

Oddly enough her captives willingly gave her that start only a few moments after she was pondering her dilemma. Not that it made her want to kill them any less. They still deserved what was coming to them, of that she was certain. But for now she was at least a little more content with her situation. Her fate was in her own hands. Well, that and the other captives nearby. Could she trust them? An enemy of her enemy was her friend? Not always. She hesitated in front of the rune, her mind conflicted if she should help them or not. When one of them called for help, she decided that she might as well just pause her escape for a few moments and see what he was up too. She supposed that they'd be worth at least that much. Maybe she was just too soft for her own good.

She walked over to the man in long strides of her rabbit-like legs, stopping silently in front of him an arm's swing away, enough time to spring backwards to safety if he tried anything fishy. She didn't verbally offer her help, but it was at least implied by her standing nearby. She wasn't bothered by the lack of clothing, at least from a social standpoint. Jackalopes never wore clothes anyways, although their humanoid forms did, mainly out of influence by nearby human cultures. The most important part was the armor, and that was what left her with the slightly bothered expression. She could move faster without it to be sure, but jackalopes weren't known for being super sturdy. A solid hit from an attack could make her day take a turn for the worse very quickly. Not only that but she couldn't find any weapons, as to be expected. She did have sharp nails on her hands and feet that could easily kill someone given that she got up close and personal. Without armor that battle strategy was all the more risky. Magic? She didn't want to exhaust herself too quickly without knowing exactly how long of a struggle it would be to escape.

Maybe she did need some help after all.