Ky was as huffy as one would expect him to be, a sour expression on his face as he attempted to twist his wrists free. They were well-bound by thick, wide leather restraints that connected to the matching collar from behind. When he tugged against the bindings in frustration, he could feel the collar tug against his throat in response.

Even lightning did little to rend the restraints. Unable to handle a blade properly from this position, he was left with little choice but to knock his device close by so he could call Sol. This situation was humiliating, but surely fire could prosper where lightning failed. That is, if these restraints weren't 'different' in the same sense the unbreakable thread that linked him and Sol together was.

Once Sol entered and shut the door, Ky shifted from where he was seated to face him. There was a little shame in his posture, but more relief in his face than anything. His hair was loose and he was completely bare except for the dark leather against his throat, which contrasted strongly against his pale skin. There was no hiding it, so he didn't bother attempting to.

"Thank Heaven you're here," he said. "I don't know how this happened, but I can't get out. I need you to break this." He gestured towards his back with a turn of his head. "As soon as you can, if possible."