Cordelia works slowly on the chains, keeping her hands occupied and hoping, in turn, that it'll keep her thoughts in line. No such luck. Her mind is just a mess right now - she's a mess, and barely able to hold everything together. God, she's so tired. So, so tired. Of being on her feet the entire time Angelus was out, of feeling so damn afraid and useless and worthless--

She's relieved that that's all over - yet not so stupid as to believe that the whole ordeal itself is. The aftermath has barely begun, after all.

Ignorant of whatever message Angel was giving Fred at the moment, she finishes with setting one hand free and shifts to do the same to the other one. When that's done, she moves closer - in case Angel needs to hold on to her. "We have to get you cleaned up," she says.