"The damage done to your circuits will heal in time," she said quietly. "I was able to do what I could in the time I had but healing isn't my specialty, not in the slightest. Rest, I hope, will help." Until tomorrow, but she had made it clear that the cuffs weren't an option. The Zhentarim had other things they could use, though, to ensure his magic was kept contained.

Devyn's expression grew grave. She sat forward on the bed, arms on her knees. "What happened today will not go unpunished. You understand that, don't you?"