The pit | I fell in the pit

"I know you can fly, Remi. But that doesn't necessarily mean that you should." Vai smiled softly as he nudged her, though she couldn't very well stop him as he wobbled to his feet. Instead she simply enjoyed the alchemist seeming so... well, himself, nodding and accepting her coat back so she could shrug into it against the rain. "Be careful," she told him, eyes wary as she tracked his progress as a hawk out of the pit. Hearing his voice again was a relief, Vai worried that he'd either find himself in a lion's body again or he'd pass out - both of which she couldn't help with from there. "Alright!" she called back to him, the huntress trying to find a bit of drier mud to get a grip on with her boots. It wouldn't do much, but every little helped. When the alchemist called out she wasted no time, rope in hand as she began to scale the side of the pit. It was a slog and slippery as hell, but she clawed at the edge of the muddy trench and hauled herself out with a colourful expletive soon enough. "Okay," she said. "Now let's get clean and dry, yeah?" vervain where the wild things are