Perhaps we can even tempt them with a bit of our lunch to keep them calm long enough for you to speak to them as well?

[He's quick to help her up once he is certain she is unharmed, taking her arm and leading her back over to their picnic spot. Almost immediately huffing in annoyance when he realizes a certain naughty young fawn is snuffling the basket-]

Must you?! Go on, Reve! You don't even need real food!