[ He peers up the crevice. He isn't only worried about her being trapped. He's worried something might collapse on top of her, burying her inside. But the structure looks sound. No loose rocks tumble, no gravel.
He grabs a length of vine from the ground, hastily stripping it of thorns. Not a thorough job, but it'll suffice. He tosses one end of it through the gap. He needn't tell her what to do with it. She'll know. ]
Front is wider. You'll make it. Watch your footing.
[ She just needs to pull free of the narrow gap that's caught her. ]
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He grabs a length of vine from the ground, hastily stripping it of thorns. Not a thorough job, but it'll suffice. He tosses one end of it through the gap. He needn't tell her what to do with it. She'll know. ]
Front is wider. You'll make it. Watch your footing.
[ She just needs to pull free of the narrow gap that's caught her. ]