[Tila is, if anything, relieved to be dealing with someone who's thinking ahead, and perches on the edge of the hole, watching over diligently.]

[Alfor's perked up as soon as Shiro lands, getting to his feet on the broken piece of stone.]

Mostly just my pride. [He's a bit battered and banged up, and muddy, but it's superficial. He's had experience with suddenly falling before.] It's a good thing you're here; I don't have any way to get back up, and... well...

[He's glancing over his shoulder nervously; there's a bunch of the vines converging somewhere in the gloom.] I don't think we're alone down here.