Gyre doesn't know what to do with all this apologizing. He just doesn't respond to the first one, keeping his eyes on the ground so he can take them through the easiest trails. The grass is parted and tamped down where prey herds go through here, and he follows them exactly. Large rocks. Flat dirt.

He grunts and stops when Garrot slips, his foot darting out to catch both their weights without falling. He's not going to drop them on the ground, and he hikes the kid up higher on his hip just to be sure. Again, the apology goes unanswered, though he tilts his head very slightly to listen to the rest of it. More of what? Can't what??

And then there's a walking stick. Gyre nods approvingly, squeezing Garrot's shoulder. "Good idea. Ready to go?" and as long as Garrot doesn't protest immediately, he's going to force them to move. He's not afraid of Four attacking, but he does worry about what'll happen to either of his charges if they don't see a doctor sooner rather then later.