Price's heart dropped as he laid his eyes on your battered form. As fast as light, he was untying your wrists and ankles from the ropes.

"Easy, love," he murmured, "easy, easy..."

One of his hands went to cradle the back of your head while the other rest against your neck, taking your pulse.

"...What has he done to you? Talk to me, love. What did Makarov do?" Price was desperate, his voice wavering as he asked for answers.