"Don't what? Release you from the trap? If you want, I can just leave you here, but you'll be awfully cold come dusk." She grasped the netting harder to try and keep it as still as possible with all his squirming, axeblade sawing into one of the thickly wound fiber. "But dad'll have my head for that. Now stay still so we can get you out and you can head back to... wherever you came from. You've got a weird accent."
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