[Luckily for the Wilder, the vines haven't had him for long. As much pain as he's in now, he won't suffer any long term damage from this particular excursion. It's a painful lesson to be sure-- but hopefully one that will save his life in the future.

By the time Maria has dealt with the majority of the vines, the other Wilders have returned with a makeshift stretcher put together with some tent poles and a cloak. Fugo gestures for them to come stand underneath their ensnared companion.]

Careful with his left leg. I think that must have been where it first got him-- the thorns are deeply embedded in his calf. [As the Wilder comes closer to the ground, Fugo obeys Maria's direction by standing beneath him to shoulder some of his deadweight as he comes down.] There you go. Don't panic, we've got you.