Theiryk took her hand in a firm grip, a little stronger than wrap might have been necessary, but he yanked her along with him all the same, pulling her up the branch and into the net of vines. He instructed her to lay across them.
Around him was the semblance of a temprary home, so to speak. There were many items of interest, collected jewels and necklaces and pelts and small articles of clothing, and decanters and bottles off to the side. "Home?" he asked idly, narrowing his eyes at her as he fashioned bandages from strips of cloth.