Maglor is terrible at osanwe. Always has been. But he blinks briefly and politely pulls his own shields up at the image projected so strongly, thinking that the concern appears to be rather... er... individually directed, at the moment.

"No, I fear not." He says softly. "A cage's bars are wearisome, no matter how kind! I fear I have not been overly bothered about seeking an escape, but surely, if there is one, perhaps it may be found in the books?"