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"I—I got caught," Rannoch couldn't help his silent musings; her predicament was obvious. But as Phoebe's voice rose in panic, his amusement ceased. "It'll be alright," Rannoch assured Phoebe. "I can get you out there pretty quickly—I'll just need to bite at that vine that's around your neck." His teeth would be close to her throat, and he knew that could potentially further her anxiety. 

"Are you okay with that?" Rannoch appended after allowing Phoebe a moment to contemplate his words. "If so, I can get right to that for you. You'll just need to stay perfectly still while I'm working on it, okay?" His expression grew serious, yet a kindness lingered in his gaze; he had no reason to scare her, but their situation could become dire if she didn't comply properly.