Claire couldn’t see Abram, but she also couldn’t see or hear any sort of panic or guards rustling around as they realized that the cell had no prisoners and one guard. She was praying that he was able to get out okay, trying to keep an eye out for him while also blending in. She paused in the doorway of a small room and heard rustling from around the corner, causing her to whirl towards the noise, momentarily forgetting that she was meant to be a guard rather than an Auror.

When she saw that the noise was from Abram, who looked as if the guard had used him a weapon instead of an opponent. The nerves lifted slightly out of her stomach, then dropped back down when she saw his knees buckle under him. With no explanation, she reached forwards and grabbed him around the waist, picking him up and taking him into the small room, shutting the door behind them and setting him down on the floor. 

[color=aquamarine] “Abram, it’s me.”[/color] She whispered, taking the opportunity to maintain energy by using her own voice rather than that of the guard’s. [color=aquamarine]”We’ve got a trick they don’t know, but we don’t have long before they figure it out.”[/color]

Her partner looked like hell, and she attempted to keep the worry off of her face. He needed help soon, and she wasn’t sure how much she could give, or how far the wards on this place extended. The only thing that made sense to her was to have wards on the cell itself, and maybe on the immediate hallway outside. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to use magic in case of an escaped captive. 

[color=aquamarine] “I cant do anything big now, but I’m going to heal as much as I can in as little time possible so you can at least walk out of here. I have the rope in my pocket; once you’re healed a little I’ll tie you, and I’ll escort you out of here. I don’t know if it will work, but I have a wand and a disguise, so it’s the best plan we have right now.”[/color] 

Praying this worked, she put a hand on him and mumbled, [color=aquamarine] “Episkey.”[/color] she could have done it without speaking, but it was stronger with the wand at her side and took less energy. It wasn’t a strong spell by any means, but it would heal any small cuts and scrapes and broken bones, like noses or fingers. 

[color=aquamarine]”Can you walk?”[/color] She asked, offering him a hand. He needed a wand at the very least, and at best they would find their own wands and her bag, which were likely locked up somewhere with her bag being gone through.