It made Ford's stomach flip nervously to see his wand being used by someone else, but as the ropes fell away he considered that this was something of a victory. He was still not in great shape, since Darrow had his wand and was presumably planning on forcing him to drink some unknown potion in the near future, but having his hands free was remarkably better than he had been a few minutes ago. And Darrow didn't seem inclined to pull his hair any more, which was good.

He took a moment to massage his wrists while he listened to Darrow describe his ingredient — witches ganglion, which was a name Ford was going to remember and ask Noble about. A plant with a pulsating red bulb didn't really sound safe, at least for someone with only the bare minimum knowledge of herbology, but he'd just told Darrow that he was going to find it and he couldn't back out of their arrangement so soon. Once he'd found a few ingredients for him and Darrow had let his guard down, then he could make his move — and that would give him some time to figure out what his next move was, too, because he definitely didn't have a plan from here.

"Alright," he said with a nod. "You just wait here. I'm on it."