[ her face—which he's likely to notice with a little distance has begun to take on an indigo flush—blanks out in total befuddlement as he unceremoniously lifts her. she's a small woman, and fairly light, but no matter what, this is not gonna be graceful. really not gonna be one for the record-books.
after that first unsteady beat, wherein she just kind of perches uncomfortably in his hold and digs her claws into the dirt wall, the overwhelming desire to just get the hell out of this hole has her risking a wobbly twist to hook and elbow over the lip of the grave. it's... exactly as elegant a process as you would expect climbing out of a grave to be.
you want to know the kicker? she can Spider Climb. ]
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after that first unsteady beat, wherein she just kind of perches uncomfortably in his hold and digs her claws into the dirt wall, the overwhelming desire to just get the hell out of this hole has her risking a wobbly twist to hook and elbow over the lip of the grave. it's... exactly as elegant a process as you would expect climbing out of a grave to be.
you want to know the kicker? she can Spider Climb. ]