[Ginia grins... and sneezes. Dignified. But hey, given the usual characteristics of people in the village, no doubt someone would help her out. She quickly mimes writing something before ducking back out to write a message.]
I have a rope here. Can you climb out okay or do you want me to help pull you up?
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I have a rope here. Can you climb out okay or do you want me to help pull you up?