She was really in there good, wasn't she? He didn't see any wounds in serious need of care and she appeared to be in relatively good spirits so he wasn't immediately concerned for her safety. If she'd accept the assistance he'd be happy to help out where he could. With two jaws working at the brambles and Olafur's nimble fingers untangling they'd be able to get her out in no time.
"...sorry, I don't speak..." The woman then tried anther time or two to make herself understood. Despite the frustration that clearly underscored each word the woman's voice was lovely and made all the more charming by her accent. He took a stab at what she was trying to convey. "In a bit of a pickle, huh?"
As he jerked his head in Olafur's direction, the brute introduced the pair. "This is my friend Olafur and I'm," he vaguely motioned towards himself. "Odysseus." Already intent on helping he took a step closer before catching himself. The brute paused and sought out the woman's gaze. "Would you like some help?" He motioned towards Olafur again. "I bet Olafur could make quick work of some of those brambles."
"ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"
Odysseus has a male rhesus macaque companion named Olafur. Unless he's mentioned IC it's safe to assume he's not with Odysseus.
