[ Trahearne remains low, plastered to Eustace's back so that he does not slow him down, but that doesn't seem to be enough.
He feels the backwards slip, and a surge of fear and panic rip through him. The brief moment of lightness as they teeter at the edge sends red-hot flashes through the back of his eyelids; the phantom smell of burning rubber fills his nostrils. He knows how this feels, what comes next, the pain that will ensue and the torture that will haunt him for days and days and days and days to come--
No. No. Concentrate.
They still teeter, the freefall not yet claiming either of them. Trahearne gives a cry, colored by desperation, as he whips his hand upwards towards the rock. Vines surge from his hand, dotted with thorns; they slide and dig into the ground, nothing else to hold onto. But hopefully, it is enough traction to help Eustace onto his feet. ]
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He feels the backwards slip, and a surge of fear and panic rip through him. The brief moment of lightness as they teeter at the edge sends red-hot flashes through the back of his eyelids; the phantom smell of burning rubber fills his nostrils. He knows how this feels, what comes next, the pain that will ensue and the torture that will haunt him for days and days and days and days to come--
No. No. Concentrate.
They still teeter, the freefall not yet claiming either of them. Trahearne gives a cry, colored by desperation, as he whips his hand upwards towards the rock. Vines surge from his hand, dotted with thorns; they slide and dig into the ground, nothing else to hold onto. But hopefully, it is enough traction to help Eustace onto his feet. ]