Essek gives her a smile as he takes her hand gently, luckily unable to see the side-eye and the awkwardness he would feel if he had seen it. For now, he uses his free hand to flick through graceful gestures, his hand lighting up with a powerful purple and gray energy, muttering a strange phrase that allows the spell to fully take form. It releases around her like starlight, at first cold, then it warms as it catches on the illusory magics, swirling like a wind kicking up as it tries to break and dispel the illusions holding her.

The magics dissipate and fade. Essek let's go of her hand and pulls back from her, giving her space and catch her bearings.