Jaune grunted as the guards haul his and Mary's asses back to safety. That went surprisingly well; for a second there he was sure he had screwed up royally and had been about to kill them both. He rolled over onto his back and caught his breath for a moment before looking over to Mary to see how she was faring.

"Are you okay?" he asked, still panting a little. Who knew how much of a strain it would be holding someone like that? It sure beat the alternative, though.