[Oh. Oh boy. Well, it's not as though he can judge terribly, though perhaps Sholmes could make more of an effort to help once she's trying to clamber free out of the grave. But how is he supposed to aid her, exactly, without awkwardly trying to push her out via her legs, or her butt?
No, he waits patiently, a hand on a hip. If and when she makes it out, he cups his hands near his mouth--even though it isn't that far up--and calls out.]
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No, he waits patiently, a hand on a hip. If and when she makes it out, he cups his hands near his mouth--even though it isn't that far up--and calls out.]
Did you manage it?
[Herlock Sholmes, a very helpful detective.]
And if so, might you lend me a hand up?