Jadyr felt himself settle again as Emille went away once more--that shithead was playing with his mental state something fierce. Jadyr wasn't used to being so spooked every time a guy walked into the room. Jadyr's eyes slid back down to the boy on the floor, his hand shifting on Jonah's chest to his side, keeping him steady so he wouldn't roll over onto his hands. He forgot to mentally ask why he cared.
He blinked as Jonah murmured something, and he leaned closer just in time for one of the ties to snap. Jadyr cursed sharp and soft under his breath, jolting as he stared at the blood welling in the tight cuts to the boy's wrists, and wincing once more at the dislocation of his thumb. Christ, Jadyr hated how much that hurt his chest--he wasn't used to empathy. It made him feel sick, both with himself and with the situation.
But enough of that self pity shit. Jadyr watched in silence as Jonah slipped him the knife, and he caught it, flicking it open. Right--he could feel his heart pick up in his chest with excitement. Yes, this could work. They had twenty minutes? Hell, Jadyr only needed ten. He shuffled closer to Jonah, murmuring soft and fast to him as he began to carefully cut away the ties on Jonah's arms. "Hey, man. Stay awake for me, alright? Carrying you out of here is gonna be a bitch, so you're gonna have to use your legs at some point." He cracked a smile, more a smirk than anything, but it seemed he was trying to keep Jonah engaged enough to stay something like alert. "You done good, with this knife. This is good--this is gonna save us. Good job," he muttered, uttering a soft mantra of words as he worked, eyes flicking up to the door every now and then as he worked on cutting all of their bonds away.