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[There's a suspiciously long pause there in which she just stares at him, hopeful, trying to be hopeful... but it's just him, out here, and even if the way he says that isn't the most assuring... it's all she has. Which is enough to make fresh tears well in her eyes, but Konoha wipes them hastily with tee back of her less muddy hand before she goes to the harness on her waist, which looks like a modified yoke one might expect to see on a plow horse. There's something like a tool belt hanging off it, and part of that is a coil of rope... one end of which she tosses Simon's way.]

If you can tie this off on a rock or a tree...

[She could easier haul herself out. Maybe. Hopefully.]