Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

They both scout for a place to get her out of that wretched prison. Pandora follows along the edge when finally the girl calls to her with a here, which Pandora eagerly skips over to. The pale woman watches with a smile as she begins to climb up the rocks with a nervous aura about her.

Are you sure we can — I can, come out? She asks and at that, Pandora barks out a vibrant laugh. 

“You gotta live a little, girl!” Pandora exclaims happily with a cheeky smile. “And sitting around in this cesspool isn’t any way to live, am I right?” She hums with a fun tilt of her head. “Plus, it’ll just be a quick little hunt and you’ll go right back in — how will they know?” She comments with a shrug and laugh.