[Jezebel does look over the marks crossing his wrists and his ankles, beads of blood rising up now that the pressure on them has lifted. They swell even more as blood flows back through once the pressure on his limbs is eased, letting it circulate through him properly.

He shifts back around to face him, still holding the prod, but letting Ianchus recover himself.]

The room let you out after three lashes the last time. Perhaps three this time will be enough that you can be allowed to leave.