Devin arches an eyebrow. "You might consider coming up with a less transparent excuse for falling distractedly into a ditch," he says mildly. "Unless this counts as 'lost' or 'fun' in your book."

Do yourself a favor and don't try to pretend it is, Zephyr. Anyone with eyes can see it is neither of those things. He considers offering Zephyr a hand up for about half a second before deciding the likelihood it'll be taken is approximately nil. Instead, he moves closer - but not directly over Zephyr. Making himself appear threatening is unnecessary.

"If you can be convinced to get off of your metaphorical high horse while you're much more literally down to earth, I can tell you how to get where you're going," Devin remarks flatly.