Good. I'll get him out. [He slips his pack off, settling it on the stone. He murmurs to the moogle inside.] Stay here on watch. You see anything weird you start yelling.

[Shiro's eyes settle on Tila.] Stay with him. If there's a monster below and you see it. Same as Wimbledon. Yell.

[Then he's gone, flipping over the edge as nimble as a cat. The dragoon drops to a ledge then to the floor of the hole. The faintest splash gives him away. He rises up, and holds up a hand in the direction of the red mage. His voice is low but still pitched to carry as he moves slowly closer.]

Hey. I'm here to help. Your companion moogle led me here. Are you hurt?