Garrot just nods a few times, his ridiculously huge body letting him stroll at a rather casual pace to keep up with the Snake Knight's strides. But he shifts his head back and forth, clearly mulling something over until, like the bellow of a foghorn, he asks a question.

"So if I can't fit through, would you leave me behind, or would you try and find a route we can both use?" Poor Garrot sounds a little sad as he asks it, of course. "'Cause you just said you didn't want to be alone, and I bet that if something would happen, it'd be as soon as we split up."

He's seen enough horror movies to know where that's going. That said, he's tapped Xaljim's assistance and now he's casually whirling around a light pick in one hand like a performer would twirl a baton.