Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

That certainly made more sense, and put Ceara at ease.  From here she could see the swelling, and concern gripped her facial features.  Do you think you can move? she called down, once again moving her paw over the air.  I can come down, if you would let me, and try to lift you out.  It was the best thing she had to offer the stranger — Cassiopeia — for now.