The plan worked better than she thought it would. Applying pressure on the boulder, she was able to lift it just enough for the man's hoof to dislodge. With a final huff, she let the branch go. It clattered to the ground in a heavy thud, allowing the boulder to ironically roll a bit to the side. She looked up, happy to have helped.
The man had slipped back against the wall, looking frazzled. Concerned once more, her smile slipped and she took a step toward him. She didn't smell blood, but his leg was definitely a bit swollen. “For what?” Willoughby looked back to his face, puzzled at his apology.
It seemed bullshit bounced right off her.
Instead, he moves on and thanks her for helping. He seemed in a much better mood now; but she supposed she'd be grumpy if she was stuck too. “I'm just happy it worked” she declares finally, dipping her head “I would have loathed to suggest” she pauses, chuckling “cutting off your leg, you know?” It was a jest though. She would never do such a thing.
She adds; “Are you quite alright, though?”
“speech”
