[she pauses in the drawing she's doing of runes (a handful of ash in her pocket now being applied to the back of the door, it'd need to be dusted off but it served to draw well enough) and looks to him with a smile.]

With my and Jason's abilities combined, she stood not a chance.

[there, it's done, and they are locked from earshot.]

The Seelie are down their chief torturer. Which is small comfort if we're ever captured.