[center][b][u][color=#BD0000][h2]Dragonheart[/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center]

[center][b]- The Old Woods -[/b][/center]

He tried his best not to laugh.
Really, he had absolutely nothing against his fellow Operator at all, but.. Well..
He cleared his throat as he watched her 'free herself' and waited for her to either pull it off through some sort of miracle, come crashing to the ground, or tangle herself up-
Yep, there it was. She was tangling herself up more and more with every movement. Dragonheart [i]conveniently[/i] found a nearby tree to be very, very interesting indeed, until [b][u]Will-O-Wisp's[/u][/b] voice reached his ears with the words he'd been expecting for a while now.

[color=F0A485]"Umm...can you cut me down please?"[/color]

He glanced over to her, gave her a small smile, and spoke;
[color=#BD0000]"You seem like you've got this under control. I'm going to look around a bit."[/color]
He took a few steps away from his helpless companion, then turned back to her with a grin that could only be described as the cheekiest grin Dragonheart would ever pull. He made his way back over to [b][u]Will-O-Wisp[/u][/b] and hefted his Fangs of the Pit- now having been put together in their twin-blade state. He pulled back and tossed it up at [b][u]Will-O-Wisp's[/u][/b] parachute cords, slicing through them cleanly and letting his weapon impale itself into a nearby tree. He was too focused on what came next.
The sudden freefall, especially upside down, wasn't going to end well, so as soon as he noticed [b][u]Will-O-Wisp[/u][/b] begin to fall, he stood under her and caught the poor Vulpo in his arms.

It was in this moment that he noticed the myriad of cuts, bruises and scrapes that marred her. The cut that sliced deep into her cheek. especially, was nothing to scoff at. Unfortunately, there weren't any Medics around, and Dragonheart wasn't able to heal anyone but himself. This made things even more complicated than they already were.

He looked down at her, furrowing his brows, silent. Then, after a few moments of contemplating his words, he spoke;

[color=#BD0000]"We have a few options, so I'll cut to the chase. First, we can go to Riventor and see if anyone else turns up after us. That said, this could be risky. Who knows who, or what, is waiting for us there? Whatever hit our aircraft wasn't a normal storm, and that makes me worried."[/color] He paused to let the information soak in, and to let himself breathe, before continuing.
[color=#BD0000]"Our second option is to head over to Raven One's crash site. I saw it fall further to the east, basically in the opposite direction of Riventor. However, going there could waste valuable time in getting to somewhere safe. That said, if a Medic survives, they could patch you up. On top of [i]that[/i], if Riventor is.. not as friendly as we'd like, we'll have backup there to immediately help out."[/color]
Talking this much really sucked. Usually all of this was done in his head, but the circumstances were different this time. Not only was he not working alone, he was working with an injured person.
[color=#BD0000]"Our third options is to wait here, set up camp, and pray that any survivors will run into us instead of passing us by in order to get to Riventor. It's probably the worst option of the three, but it's also the most immediately safe option."[/color]
He paused again, glancing at [b][u]Will-O-Wisp's[/u][/b] legs.
[color=#BD0000]"That said, I'm happy to carry you if you can't walk. It's better for you to save your energy if you have to. In situations like this, exhaustion will kill you. What do you think?"[/color]

While he wasn't going to give the Vulpo total command, he was eager to know her thoughts on the matter. She knew the state of her body much better than he did, after all, so he was leaving it up to her to choose the goal she felt most comfortable going for.
That said, he didn't say any of this aloud, so she had no way of knowing it.

Dragonheart wasn't good at this.