Hold on.

He can run now. He runs.

People stare but none of them stop him. 

The door isn't locked.

Good.

He goes in and opens his kit and nicks his wrist and holds his sponge to the wound - hang on, hang on - starts painting around Findekáno's neck, mentally designing a semicircle version that will compensate for the fact that he is chained to the wall.

The door opens again.

Cor is smearing blood across Findekáno's lips.

He slaps Findekáno and smears the blood everywhere and picks Cor up and pulls him away and against the opposite wall. 

"Maitimo what the fuck."

"What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?"

Maitimo tugs the brush out of his hand and examines the wrist injury and decides to instead demand his explanation of the person who has to give it to him. 

Immediately and completely explain what happened. 

And when Findekáno sends it -

Without saying anything else aloud or over osanwë, immediately without any delay swear not to leave this room until I physically drag you out of it. 

"I swear not to leave this room until you physically drag me out of it," he says evenly.

Without saying anything else aloud or over osanwë, immediately without any delay swear to go immediately downstairs and wait for me in the courtyard.

He looks at Maitimo. 

"I swear to go immediately downstairs and wait for you in the courtyard," he says, a bit less levelly. 

These of course contradict. 

Maitimo closes the door so no one will wonder about the screaming.

"I - wh- no -"

Maitimo lets go of Cor. Walks over to the window and leans his head against the glass and watches Cor patiently.

Cor manages to land on his feet. Is there any blood on the chain -

Little bit. 

Don't move, he says. And don't be stupid. He'll be fine.

Stop it.

Are you going to help us kill the Enemy?

You are making a really shit case for it.

I think very highly of you, Cor, and if I didn't expect that we'll need you to kill Melkor I could not possibly justify keeping you alive.

Curufinwë, I need you to tell Ranary to run home and not come back. It's important. Please.

- Maitimo told everyone about fifteen minutes ago that Thuringwethil seems to have done mind-affecting magic to you and you've been erratic and paranoid and they're trying to fix it. Ranary's fine.

He is literally torturing Findekáno in front of me right this very second.