Kiven tries to hide it but shows a hint of fear as he is about to be branded. The elf puts his head down and looks away from the others as the brand is pressed to searing flesh but eventually he lets out one short, loud cry, gasping for air. As the task is finished and they release his other arm the proud ex-noble wipes his face clean of any evidence that he did not handle this well. He stands tall and tries not to wince has they drag him from the room.
Once in their cell, Kiven reacts little to Eya's mention of his brother being a real ass, but shoots her a very quick and serious look when she offers to assist in killing Tyris. Within a fraction of a second he is back to his previous demeanor and mutters "I will take care of HIM."
Regarding the brand, Kiven acknowledges Eya's words. "Yes, Forsaken we are. It matters not, and I will relish it. Today I am free of the shackles; the shackles of my family, of expectations, of law, of weakness
. There is just one pair yet to shed." At that he looks at his elaborate chains and gauntlets. "I did my part, fiend, and you still owe me what you promised. You can start by contributing to my escape."
To Jesla's doubts that the men here can contribute at all, the self proclaimed Prince only reacts with a small smirk. Respar at least receives a nod to his suggestion of being a bit more tactical and cautious in their escape.