The reaction fills the Disciple with conflicted emotions as well. It's still hard to see him like this, after all this time, but that her presence doesn't send him into a fury or completely unbalances him is good.

She thinks.

The olive troll smiles faintly, closing the door behind her and taking a seat. To see him shackled in such a manner brings back memories she wishes she could forget, but then her memories have always been unfailing. A blessing, and in this particular case, a curse.

"They haven't been maltreating you, I hope?" Beyond the restraints. Di didn't like them, but she understood the need for them.