[ He keeps his patience while she readjusts. His ears are pricked for anything approaching. As unstable as his senses are, his instincts remain better than average.
The quicker they get her out, the better. He isn't interested in questions as to how the fuck she became trapped in the first place.
She inches forward. Geralt pulls on the vine, reaching in again to try and reach her once she's made a bit of progress. Then—
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The quicker they get her out, the better. He isn't interested in questions as to how the fuck she became trapped in the first place.
She inches forward. Geralt pulls on the vine, reaching in again to try and reach her once she's made a bit of progress. Then—
He exhales. Fucking corpses.
He looks up. No dangling limbs. ]
Almost there.