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

her ears, sometime through their conversation, had flicked back up to stand atop her crown. she wasn't sure when she'd seen the woman as an ally, exactly, but it was something she took in her stride. "I can move; just can't pull myself out." her words came easier too, more of them, and less curt as her wariness crumbled. 

lightning illuminated them, briefly, and cassiopeia nodded her assent, shifting backwards as to allow the woman's descent into the hole to be more graceful than hers had been.