Her ankles and wrists were tied. I cut the cords with my knife.
She was gasping. "They're planning to capture you. Philip! You should not be here! Get away!"
"Yes. But I'm going to take you with me. Can you stand up?"
set her on her feet in the center of the room. A shaft of moonlight was coming through the hole in the window.
"Philip! You're bleeding!"
"It is nothing. Cut myself on the glassite. Can you stand alone?"
"Yes."
But her legs, stiffened and numb from having been bound so many hours, bent under her. I caught her as she was falling.