good luck getting out now!

Everyone in the room watches with wide eyes as Num flies into a coughing fit. Ísja tears up.
ÍSJA: Thank Mitvalsha.
The cultists that had been holding Ísja back trade a look with each other.
BLACK-HAIRED CULTIST (WHISPERING): What on Earth is going on?
Ísja frowns, then glances back at the cultist leading this group.
ÍSJA: Hey, I'll need to keep hanging onto him. Please untie my hands so I can help him walk. I won't try anything, I promise. I just need to keep him alive.
The lead cultist's arms are crossed.
LEAD CULTIST: ...Fine.
The lantern-bearing cultist beside the leader looks over at her.
LANTERN CULTIST: Are you sure about this?
LEAD CULTIST: Madam Marino wants them both alive. Besides...
Num appears to still be trying to catch his breath. He's shaking and looks miserable.
LEAD CULTIST: With that one in such bad shape, they'd never be able to make a break for it.
good luck getting out now!
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