She wasn’t sure if she had blacked out or if he was just that fast, but in what felt like an instant, the rope had released her from the rafter and she was curled in his arms on the ground. He had a blanket wrapped around her and was holding her tight. Someone was crying, and after a moment of confusion, she realised it was her. She was shaking with sobs and he was brushing his lips across her temple, murmuring quietly in her ear, though she couldn’t make out a word he was saying. She tried to take a deep breath, but it came out as gasps and more sobbing. She wanted to tell him she was alright - she wasn’t hurt, she had no idea why she was crying, but every time she tried to open her mouth the words wouldn’t come. She felt him lift her, and they were moving. She didn’t know where they were or how long she had been in his arms before his voice started to fit into familiar words.