[Oren isn't the only one who ends up aggravated. Ryan's more frustrated with himself, though, with the occasional need to stop to catch his breath-- he takes as little rest as he can, but he just doesn't have the stamina to do this without stopping. He catches up with a breathy apology each time, but despite his tiredness Oren doesn't have to tell him twice to hurry when they finally find Mattias.]

-if you're sure. [And quieter, as he leans down to give Oren's head a quick pat:] Thank you. For helping, I mean.

[With that, he pushes himself forward, running toward the tree with all the energy he has left; Ryan's steps slow a little as he approaches, just to be sure he doesn't startle him, and he quickly fumbles out the coat and blanket as he drops to his knees at Mattias's side. The blanket is draped over his horse half, and the jacket... well, okay, Ryan forgot about the wings. He turns it backward, holding it out for Mattias to put his arms through the sleeves so he can try to button it in the back. The whole time, a stream of words pours out, hardly letting a word in edgewise.]

I'm sorry, Mattias, I'm so sorry, I didn't think that-- are you-- no, that's a stupid question, nevermind, just... here, let's get you warmed up, alright? Put this on--