Her face crumples a little, but she's fighting it back, because at this moment there's no denying how large the part he plays in her demands to be freed is. "I mean, I don't like making you worry," she says, letting her good hand clutch at Salem. She holds up the other, where she's still bleeding a bit from her index finger, the cut having gone a bit deeper than planned in her determination.

"Just my finger. Blood can be a very powerful ingredient in any spell." She doesn't need the encouragement of her familiar to know it's time to talk about this. "I was trying to see if I could speak to the Dark Lord. I don't think of him as my lord or anything, that's just what the coven calls him. Mortals call him a lot of things. The devil is a good one. It's going to make my life a lot easier if you've read the Crucible or know about the Salem witch trials."