Indeed. [she can come to that conclusion very easily without the help. so instead she looks at the wall and tries not to point out that the pouring sand on all sides is going to make this even more difficult than it already is; what good is looking going to do if feeling is likely to do more?

still, she tries, keeping a lid on the dismayed criticism while squinting past all this hair in her face; it prompts her to crane her neck and look up, back at the rope ladder. it seems closer than before, and not just because she's just a few inches higher because she's on some weirdo's back.]

You don't suppose-- [...mn. well-- erh...] If there's a possibility, of...well, of somehow reaching that ladder? Perhaps just...being able to tug it a bit, it--maybe it will pull down?