[ Oh thank the gods. Karlach wriggles free at last, covered in soil and sap, bends over with her hands on her knees and takes a few deep breaths before she looks up at her helper, quizzical. Pale, slender--reminds her of Astarion, though she thinks this fellow has nicer hair. ]
Re: bearing fruit
Thanks, soldier.
[ Phew. ]
What's your name? I'm Karlach.