The rope ran through a pulley fixed near the top of the cliff. She fell 
for a few meters, the rope tightened, the man's knot held, and the rope, which 
was somewhat elastic, brought her to a firm but not violent stop just above the 
wicked pile of rubble and snags at the base of the cliff. Swinging at the end 
of the rope, she grabbed it with one hand and leaned back, baring her throat to 
the mist, allowing herself to dangle listlessly for a few minutes, basking in 
relief.