The crunch of the metal NOT under her hand freezes her in her tracks- quiznak, then how is she supposed to free him?!- but then... Black...

"Shiro..." Her hand lets go of his wrist, instead focusing on gently prying the fingers away from his throat. "Do you feel that? We are not alone here. Focus on your self, on your bond with the Black Lion. Let it ground you. Breathe..."

A roar in response, still as faint as thunder on the horizon, but present, the Blue light pulsing in response.