Kay pants, grinning at Brelia as she comes up with the healing magic right before another wave of the plant's magic would have knocked her out and left her an easy meal for the plant to regain some of its health back as it fled and licked its wounds. As it was, she merely groaned as the thing fled. Part of the faun wanted badly to give chase, harry it, and finish the job of killing it, but with her little band still licking its many wounds that wasn't really a viable option. Instead, all they could do was save the dumb kid and get treated like proper heroes. In her armor, Kay isn't quite the best acrobat the city'd ever seen, but... well, fauns were basically half-goat, and everyone knew how well goats handled cliffs.<br/><br/>"Yeah, kid, hold on!" She calls out, roughly. She starts undoing catches on her armor, then grimaces. That'd take way too long. She was just going to have to chance it and hope the extra weight of armor didn't pull the tree out of its roots. Instead, the faun scurries over to the side of the cliff and over it without any hesitation at all, lowering herself with plain upper body strength to the tree roots. She grabs the plant goo'd kid firmly around the ribs, and calls out, "GET THE ROPE A LITTLE CLOSER, I GOT HIM!" to Nilia far above.<br/><br/>((I took a few liberties but I figured dicebot smiling on me justified it:<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/692605">Climb</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20-1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">19</span>Nat 20~))