[It is not enough to make the chill vanish entirely, but Gale can feel the shift even so, feel the ripple through the air as that heat rises within Godfrey himself, comes to a boil.

Then the man is on his feet, and if Gale's heart could beat, it would have stopped in that moment.

For the space of a single breath, the man towers over him— an impressive feat in itself, given Gale's own stature— but even softened towards Godfrey as he is, he is not such a fool as to remain within easy reach. Though the man's rage is well-deserved, Gale will not be able to help either of them if he allows himself to be smote here.

He vanishes, just for a moment, disappearing into mist before coming into view on the opposite side of the room, every muscle in him tense, realizing full well he may have to defend himself.]

How long have you been working towards that?

[He's likely been praying his chains away for hours, Gale thinks.]

Godfrey. I wish to help you leave this place alive. I cannot do that if you finish me here.