Fight back.

In a crowd, Mara and Wendel aren't that bad. They have limits, and those limits are whatever the people nearby find acceptable. One or twice early on they'd cross some lines and lose friendships or respect. They'd be busy reassuring their other lackies or give you down time rather than constantly try to get at you.

Mara and Wendel catching you alone is a more painful prospect. Alone in a muddy backalley you ran into trying to escape, only to learn that the former exit is now a dead end? Terrifying.

You squirmed, and although your hands were pinned, you got an arm free.

Mara quickly grabbed your arm and pulled up, stretching it awkwardly and painfully.

"Wendel, just toss me the damn thing already!"