[ She glances back at their captive, who is still rubbing his hand and glaring up at her like a child who was just put in time out. She shrugs. ]
Can't hurt.
[ You know what else can't hurt? Handcuffs. She puts a hand out as though to help him up, creating cuffs made of light around his wrists. They aren't as tight as real handcuffs would be, but they'll keep him from getting any ideas.
She lowers her hand before he can take it to pull himself up. He can stand on his own. ]
no subject
Can't hurt.
[ You know what else can't hurt? Handcuffs. She puts a hand out as though to help him up, creating cuffs made of light around his wrists. They aren't as tight as real handcuffs would be, but they'll keep him from getting any ideas.
She lowers her hand before he can take it to pull himself up. He can stand on his own. ]