Tavi shrugs a little, expression a little placating. "Everyone gets a little stupid when they panic, and most people panic at something like this." For a moment, he thinks of the Wax Forest being set on fire, and hopes nothing bad comes of it.

(He already knows something will--what, he doesn't know. But he knows he hasn't heard the end of it. It gives him chills.)

He kneels down, picking up a stick, and starts gingerly nudging the brambles away with it to get a better look. "What are you doing out this way, anyway? Not too many people come here."

And the last time anyone had, it was a Cursor, and his life went to hell for a few days. He'd rather not have to deal with it again.