Kanaya tried dragging herself back to her feet, but she felt light-headed, like parts of her head were stitching themselves back together and weren't quite finished yet. She looks up at the face of the witch, seeing Nepeta hang and the tentacles coming toward her. She had to stop it.

But it was too late, the cage had already closed around Kanaya herself. She grabbed the bars, shaking them, forcing them, doing whatever she could to try to bend or break them. It was no good. She'd be no better off than the guards they saw posted at the gate if she couldn't get out of here.