Claire lifted her head as she saw Abram being brought into the room, relieved to see that he was mostly okay, but a little unnerved that he was smiling. She certainly wasn't smiling, and she was still trying to get herself out of the restraints on her wrists. Any non-verbal skill that she was trying to use did absolutely nothing, and she was slowly beginning to realize that this room had wards on it that prevented magic from being used. Even apparition was impossible after a brief attempt, though she didn't have enough energy to do it properly to begin with. [color=aquamarine] "I'm as okay as I can be at this point, they must have dragged you out before me."[/color] She said, coughing in an attempt to clear her throat. It felt like somebody had filled her cheeks with cotton balls, and she craved some sort of moisture desperately. [color=aquamarine] "I don't have my wand either, I don't think. They've got my hands tied up pretty tight though, and I haven't managed to undo them."[/color] Continuing to struggle with the bindings, she looked over him, worried at how much he was bleeding. [color=aquamarine]"This is the worst hangover ever."[/color] She said dryly, standing up and walking over to him as she wiggled her hands around. [color=aquamarine]"There are wards on this room; we can't get out by magic no matter how hard we try."[/color]