Witch's Marsh Now what you've done

Her plea was met with a swift approach and she stared pitifully up into eyes that...reminded her of dreamless sleep. They were somehow more terrifying than the thought of being pulled beneath the mud. Yet he was offering her help and for that she knew she should be grateful and thus she did not flinch away from him. He offered her little black seeds, saying they'd help him be able to drag her free and she wanted to ask him how but suddenly her forelegs slipped driving her chest down to the ground. After several moments of struggle she was back up and nodded too scared of slipping and not being able to be helped up again, too panicked to think that teeny little edible plants couldn't do anything good and he was daft. 

With a quick dart of her tongue they were lapped from his mouth and she used her teeth to crunch on them for a moment before swallowing, tail hanging and tapping against her ankles. Expression one of total naive trust her ears perked and she stared at him questioningly. Well? Are you gonna pull me out? Too little time had passed for her to feel the slowing of time and the giddy yet sluggish feeling that would take over.