She hears someone shout and it’s a wave of relief to know she won’t become this awful creature’s next meal.

Everything after that happens so quickly she can barely process it. She doesn’t question the instruction, she just moved into action— she can’t use her hands to cover it since the roots are too tight around her wrists but does her best to bury her face against her shoulder.

She can feel the heat of the flames so close and she just has to trust her apparent savior knows what the hell he’s doing.