As the Breton watched him in his cage, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt over him getting so hurt. She could leave him in there as he suggested, but she was feeling impatient and slightly sorry for him too. He hadn't noticed the key dangling from her finger either - he was more hurt than he was letting on. So, with a soft sigh she clicked open the lock of his cage with the key, and with a gentle push it opened. "I think you're slightly concussed, Markus." She strolled into the cage and paced around him, eyes baring down upon him.

"You know, I may be able to... [i]whip up[/i] a distraction of some kind." A twinkle of mischief fell on her eyes and her lips began to smirk. She brought herself down to her knees, bringing her face to face with Markus, she moved her fingers ever so, and they lit up with a warm golden light that she brought to his lips carefully, slowly tracing the outline of his mouth with the very tips of her fingers - her touch barely there and yet very present, enough to mend his open wound. She could sense from the way he was slouching that the beating had been hard on him. 

With another motion of her hand, she brought it down slowly to his chest, her piercing gaze never faltering from his eyes. She placed her hand on his chest and released more of her magicka into him, finally she closed her eyes - as if to feel what was happening inside of him. "Mmmm, that feels painful, no wonder you're riled up. A little magic touch should have you feeling better..."

Feeling that she had done enough, and feeling that she had gotten close enough she quickly got herself back to her feet and scurried out of his cage before he had time to respond, abruptly closing the door behind her and sashaying back to her own cage, hiding the key inside of her shirt. 

"So we wait til nightfall then..." She sighed, staring out of the slotted window and up to the sky.