[ The vine is slashed in two, freeing her, almost as soon as she's tipped upside down. Geralt catches her by the arm so she doesn't drop directly on her head. He sighs as the vine withdraws, slithering away into the brush again. His gaze flicks over their surroundings like he's waiting for more to attack. ]
They like you.
[ That's the second or third time the vines have come for her. Perhaps they should leave quickly.
He plucks a fruit for himself, keeping his other hand free in case she requires additional rescuing. ]
wrap soon?
They like you.
[ That's the second or third time the vines have come for her. Perhaps they should leave quickly.
He plucks a fruit for himself, keeping his other hand free in case she requires additional rescuing. ]
Come on. Before I lose you to the damn jungle.