It’d dawn on Handy later that it all would have been so much easier had he taken off his cuirass and upper body armour entirely, but hindsight was twenty-twenty. Stupidity aside, at any moment, had any one of the many knots he had tied come loose, he’d have free falling down that well and be in just as sad a state of affairs as the bird. As it was, such thoughts were far from his mind. “Come on,” he said upon reaching the griffon. “I need to get you out of there.”