Ope, there we go - up you get, you're gonna want to be on solid ground for whatever the hells this muck has inflicted on you.

[ thanks, ser snuffles. alfyn will grab her under the armpits and haul her up out of the swamp so that she's on the ground, propping her back against his chest so that she can get her breath and he can take stock of what the drawbacks to this were. ]

Easy, does it, the trial's over.