[ She calms herself quickly enough, but she's still breathing heavily, nose scrunched with the unpleasantness of having to wriggle past the corpse.
Something catches her eye briefly: the belt of the decomposing dead man, still hanging from his nearly skeleton frame, the leather rotted but just holding onto the scattering of tools and pouches he'd brought with him. As she moves past, Ciri grabs at the rusty but still sharp iron eating pick, yanking it off with a sharp tug. She scurries forward to get out of the way when the sudden movement dislodges the corpse from its precarious position, not wanting to get trapped under it as well. ]
I'm okay.
[ She reassures him, hanging onto the vine while he pulls, helping her out. It's just the one last narrow section before the tunnel (if it can be called that) widens again. From there, it's only a few steps to Geralt.
Ciri lets go of the vine and grabs his hand instead. ]
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Something catches her eye briefly: the belt of the decomposing dead man, still hanging from his nearly skeleton frame, the leather rotted but just holding onto the scattering of tools and pouches he'd brought with him. As she moves past, Ciri grabs at the rusty but still sharp iron eating pick, yanking it off with a sharp tug. She scurries forward to get out of the way when the sudden movement dislodges the corpse from its precarious position, not wanting to get trapped under it as well. ]
I'm okay.
[ She reassures him, hanging onto the vine while he pulls, helping her out. It's just the one last narrow section before the tunnel (if it can be called that) widens again. From there, it's only a few steps to Geralt.
Ciri lets go of the vine and grabs his hand instead. ]