Brow furrowing, she tries just shucking the cords off -- they're just around her arms, surely they should slide right over her hands -- and when that fails, simply shaking her arms as if that's going to help. When she's done, she's managed somehow to bind one of her wrists almost directly against his body, and she takes in a sharp breath as the situation suddenly seems significantly more sinister to her.

"...I'm going to cut it," she decides, because the hell with preserving his spell components when they're obviously under some kind of curse. Trouble is, she can't reach her knife right now; she just ends up yanking on the man she was attempting to free when she tries. Grinding her teeth, she wracks her brain for other options...and lights up as it occurs to her to call on her familiar. "Biscuit?" she whistles, then grins when she sees where he's got to. "Biscuit!"

The rodent from earlier looks up from where he managed to overturn a bowl of cheetos on himself while his witch was busy. "Besa srruisr sraka kur ka," she says to the donkey rat, who obediently abandons his treasure trove of junk food to trundle in their direction, fur laden with orange cheese dust. "He'll get us out," Asmodia says confidently.