"Careful, now." Garrot's voice is deep and calm, playful tone almost like an encouraging parent. He's glad he decided to keep an eye on Haizea on the way up! In fact, his heavy footfalls show he's moved quickly and confidently past her, whirling around only once he's straight in front of half-tripped form. No gloating, no jokes, just a hand coming from someone who clearly has a much better grasp of the trail.

"I thought you liked the sand." There it is. There's the barb. He's still calm, almost gentle as he says it though. At least he's not being an ass.