They notice that uncomfortable shifting, and they're careful not to move the spike any more. Or, at least, they try. They're doing their best.
Physical strength applied with their hands, not at a nail's point, is not their strong suit. But they've wandered enough that they understand a little of how to give themselves better odds at cleanly removing something (this sort of situation is not the first time they've had to do such a thing).
They wrap their hands with their cloak to give themselves better grip, before they abruptly yank it out. Luckily, the spike doesn't prove too much of an obstacle, and it comes free fairly cleanly.
They tumble backwards, head over heels. It takes them a few rotations to stop. The spike has flown off somewhere into the moss.
...Maybe they used too much force.
They stare silently at the faraway heights of the grotto's ceiling (or they assume a ceiling of some kind, anyway). They have very little concept of embarrassment, but they do feel like they'd rather lie here for a little bit than get up immediately.
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Physical strength applied with their hands, not at a nail's point, is not their strong suit. But they've wandered enough that they understand a little of how to give themselves better odds at cleanly removing something (this sort of situation is not the first time they've had to do such a thing).
They wrap their hands with their cloak to give themselves better grip, before they abruptly yank it out. Luckily, the spike doesn't prove too much of an obstacle, and it comes free fairly cleanly.
They tumble backwards, head over heels. It takes them a few rotations to stop. The spike has flown off somewhere into the moss.
...Maybe they used too much force.
They stare silently at the faraway heights of the grotto's ceiling (or they assume a ceiling of some kind, anyway). They have very little concept of embarrassment, but they do feel like they'd rather lie here for a little bit than get up immediately.