Ryunosuke struggles to his feet about as quickly as he can manage, given that he's been stuck sitting in one place for the vast majority of the last 24 hours... But pinched nerves aren't the only reason for his wobbly movement. He's rattled; from the uncertainty born of overhearing the fight going on outside, from the explosion of violence that made its way in here in just the past few minutes... From Estinien's roar, which is still ringing in his ears, despite Kaeya's ice barrier taking the brunt of it.

Wordlessly, he immediately turns partway to let his fellow Pleroma take care of the ropes that are ted around his wrists as well, his injured arm aching dully. He should thank Estinien now. He wants to. His gratitude cannot possibly be overstated and, frankly? He's realizing he should have had faith in the man all along... Because if anyone were able to track him and Thoma down, it would be him, wouldn't it?

Ryunosuke can't get the words out, though. He's... Distracted. Busy directing an oddly blank, boggle-eyed stare over in the direction where Estinien just tossed the very Kenoma who locked him up here in the first place. As his hands are freed he diverts, briefly, to raise them and try to rub some feeling back into his wrists. The abrupt motion of his injured arm, after leaving it motionless for so long, makes him wince. He glances at his hands then, noting a smear of blood... Definitely not his own. Estinien's? Or...

He feels incredibly queasy.

"Is... Is he...?" he starts to ask faintly, his stare over on Kaeya once more. He can't finish the question.