Rabbit burrows did not tumble on for long, and sure enough they shortly came to another rabbit hole — with no ferret to be seen. Arven frowned faintly at this, but soon turned to a crooked smile at his unlikely companion's offer. "And they say chivalry is dead", he quipped, it being almost unheard of for a lady to forsake her dignity for a gentleman's. Arv was no gentleman, but he wouldn't even think of accepting her offer. "Thank you, but no", he said graciously.

"But let's duck into the trees to plan our next move", he suggested. Just off the path began a thick woodland that would offer generous cover from the rain. Arven led the way (it was down a short hill), then turned to offer a hand to help the chivalrous girl down the slope.