[It is pretty excruciating, but if he had to pick anyone in this place to come to his rescue, he'd rather it be Dorothea. She's more than proven he can trust her to have his back in a pinch.
His wyvern takes off to fly on ahead, which at least provides a vague visual bead on where they're going, and that he's not about to bump face-first into a tree or something.]
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His wyvern takes off to fly on ahead, which at least provides a vague visual bead on where they're going, and that he's not about to bump face-first into a tree or something.]
...Not to touch strange plants?