It's instinctive, holding on to Mathias to steady herself, though Lucy doesn't quite feel like she's going to be pulled anywhere just yet. She needs it beyond just the physical. Awful as she knew being up here had been from what he's told her, being here, seeing these vines for herself, the way they're practically fucking alive, is something else entirely. Logic says that they'll be fine, but that doesn't do her any good now, her ankle stinging where the vine's curled around it. She doesn't want to get out of here later. She wants it to be done now.

"Thanks," she says weakly, swallowing hard. She's lived through a lot, she's even fucking died before, albeit in someone's memory, but those were all things that happened quickly. This is different, more real. "And they just do this? Come at us like this?"