Tavi spreads his hands a little and shrugs. "It's complicated," when is it not, with Tavi, after all, "but he got caught. His ankle's stuck, probably sprained at least. I don't think it's any worse than that. I could use some help getting him out and back to the holt."

He smiles a little at his oldest friend. "Please?" Look at the puppy green eyes, Araris--you know you want to listen to him.