"I always make them pay up front. I guarantee he died happy, king of the damn world." Arthur didn't complain about rope-holding or her assessment. He was so pleased to see a living person that even if she couldn't get him loose it was better than sinking into limbo alone. "Your call," Arthur said, sounding tired and scraped. "Our goal in these situations is not usually to stay alive, and I'm no medic." His dark eyes were serious as she sat up. "So if you can't move it, what does that mean?"