out of the oven and into the frying pan

With both of their combined strengths, it didn't take long to pluck the lord out of the sticky deathtrap. Once he was on dry land, Resin spat the branch aside. The taste of the willow sap was less than savory. Lips curled back from serrated teeth and she used her blue tongue to push the remnants of greenery out of her mouth. A sound of growling disgust rumbled up from within her and she peeled away to rinse her mouth with water from one of the nearby streams.

Words met black-backed ears and the giantess raised her head, water dripping from her chin. "Impeccable indeed. You may have been stuck there for a while." After lapping the water droplets from her maw, she turned to inspect his face. Motioning with a point of her nose, she spoke again in her low, gravelly tones. "Looks like you've injured yourself. Best that you go see Iolaire and get that tended to." She had faith that her daughter could heal damn near any injuries.

The mud that stuck to the man was strangely pungent, as though it had been sitting there for quite some time. Odd bits of rotting vegetation stuck to him. Her scarred nose wrinkled slightly. "You should wash first."