There's a subtle flare in his Grace, a mix of gratitude and affection. As little as Balthazar wants to fight against their guards, it feels good to have someone to make a stand with him. He leans in abruptly and kisses Gadreel on the temple, a little burst of warmth, then takes a breath and looks around, trying to plan.

"You know this place better, and the other prisoners. Let me distract the guards. Rally whomever you can. Everyone lucid enough to fight should press the wards in one spot. If we can break them, we can get to the planet's surface."