A shiver goes through him before he can repress it as the cold hits his leg, but as with the hand, at least it’s a brief experience.

“It wasn’t as unpleasant as remaining trapped would have been,” he points out, taking a step back. Certainly, he would not have wanted to wait there for some peckish wildlife to find them.

Clear of the treacherous vines, Rezo takes a moment to enjoy the freedom, but he still accepts the shears when he feels them bump against his knuckles. “I do. I believe we can make actual progress now that we’re no longer having an adventure.”