She hadn’t, but fortunately he’d already heard about it back at the inn. Rezo nods and wordlessly takes the shears, preoccupied with the task of reaching through obstacles he can’t see but can sort of sense hovering around him.

Hands stretch slowly through the tangle of vines, fingertips brushing against a leaf, then shifting, and touching a petal. He feels out the stem of the flower, takes out the shears, and snips.

One down. Not too bad so far.

He gets another one without incident, but the third flower requires him to venture partly into the spider’s web. He takes a few steps, retrieves the flower, shifts to exit- and his leg brushes a vine.

“Ah-”

The slightly alarmed sound is involuntary. He’s not even sure yet if he’s actually stuck.