Ame winced. She hated channeling. She always felt so filthy doing it. But if it would save Aery... She drew power from Ansel and from the dead witches that she was connected to. With the power she forced her way past the iron that tried to inhibit her magic. "Be strong, Aery, Celaena. We'll be there before the week is out. Celaena, me and Ansel are coming for you. Aery, Rowan and Silly are going to come and find you. Hold on, girls, and we'll be there as soon as we can." She cut the communication before she could start crying.
She looked at the rope tying her to Silly. Instantly the rope incinerated itself.
She went to the ponies, gathered up her crossbow and the poisoned bolts. Several daggers. Her armguards.
She kissed Silly on the cheek. "We'll get them back."
Silly nodded, her green eyes overflowing with tears as she armed up. Armguards, longbow, throwing stars, daggers. So many daggers.
She went to stand by Rowan, waiting for his still-drunken mind to comprehend what was going on.
Ame went to stand by Ansel, giving her a thumbs-up and trying to ignore the trembling that had taken over her arms and legs. She wouldn't be scared. She couldn't be. For Celaena's sake she couldn't be.