Curiouser and curiouser. There's no doubt that what he feared is what would have happened - they needed height. 

"Honey, venom and a bow." He repeats. Maybe some tools to make a simple hunter's blind with, at least rope for lashing a platform. Ask whoever they take the bow from. "We go together. You lead, and I will follow. If we are swift, we should have what we need within the hour." He's firm on that one. Whatever safety he felt in splitting up disappeared when the badger stayed out of the forest, even while burrowing.

Still...

"It helps that I can think of none swifter." 

Caution is not the same as doubt.