It takes a little while, but you climb back out of the pit with the faeries' aid. Panting, the grig lands on the ground next to you.<br/><br/>"We... need to... hurry." She rasps, shaking her insectoid legs behind her. "At this rate, we're going to cut it very close to sunset before we get to the dryad arbor..."<br/><br/>She hops up and alights on your shoulder, with all the weight of a kitten. "Are you alright to start off right away?"