Her manners were almost as prickly as the tree, but she seemed to have some control over them - more, at least, than Tyb did, fighting against the branches that were obstructing his way back out of the monster fir.
He was about to say something more direct about their last incident, but as soon as he opened his mouth he found himself half-muffled by the pine needles poking their way everywhere, and so he settled for first answering her actual question. Priorities.
"I wouldn't expect you to help on my behalf," Tybalt said lightly enough, and paused, before admitting, "but I would, rather, yes. The branch -" he squirmed against the part of the tree he'd gotten tangled up in, too stuck on his skates to turn properly to face his way out, or un-pin his arms enough to use them.
He was about to say something more direct about their last incident, but as soon as he opened his mouth he found himself half-muffled by the pine needles poking their way everywhere, and so he settled for first answering her actual question. Priorities.
"I wouldn't expect you to help on my behalf," Tybalt said lightly enough, and paused, before admitting, "but I would, rather, yes. The branch -" he squirmed against the part of the tree he'd gotten tangled up in, too stuck on his skates to turn properly to face his way out, or un-pin his arms enough to use them.
