In the meantime, there's now a giant tadpole hovering in the air, glancing uncertainly around. Tadpole Jackson is about as much of a coward as Eruka is, but she's also perfectly happy to order him around.

"Follow me!" she snaps, hopping towards Ignatius. She saw that giant demon trying for his chains and failing to break them free, and she rifles frantically through her own limited spell abilities as she sizes up the chains. A bomb at that close a range seems a terrible idea but... well, she's got at least one.

Another burst of magic and willpower, and she teleports herself up ... directly onto where Ignatius's wrists are bound. She bites back a scream as she brushes iron, yanking back, although it means resting her weight fully on Ignatius's hand, which probably isn't a fun experience for the fae (although at this point, what's a little more weight?) In any case, ignoring the ache down her side she works quickly, drawing on her newfound talent to coat as much of Ignatius's wrists as she can reach in cooling, numbing slime. Now Ignatius can be in pain and smell vaguely like aloe vera.

She's not sure it can actually help that much with the pain he's in, but hey, it's at least one layer of mucus between him and the iron.