He unties her

Zed turns away from the diviner and rummages with the bonds behind Cira's back until they loosen up. Freed, her arms quickly shoot to cover her exposed chest.

"Aren't you going to give me something too?" She glares at Zed's shirt.

"Sorry, I made a promise" Zed shrugs

"Fuck that guy!!"

"An oath is sacred, Cira. I dare not offend the gods."

Cira stews, arms wrapped tightly across her breasts. Without a further word, she stomps off towards the exit of the courtyard. A dejected diviner follows her. Zed throws one last look back in your direction at the window, and you reply with a wordless thumbs up. You detect a splitsecond twitch in his arm, as if he wanted to raise it to wave or gesture in response but reconsidered. Then, he jogs off to follow the elven women, who are slinking off thoroughly humiliated.