Between Seteth's surge of speed and the DTF wheeling around to close the loop, there was simply nowhere left to go. Seteth came to a stop once Marianne called out, sighing in relief; meanwhile, the wyvirrel fluttered back to perch on Marianne's shoulder, sniffing at her cheek and inspecting her with bright eyes. She was okay, right? Not sliced up on the bunnerfly's wings?

"Well done. How does he look?" His DTF may have been expressing his concern over her, but Marianne was clearly more worried about the little creature they'd caught; he approached to watch her work, keeping a respectful distance from the pair. It would only make her job harder if he spooked the poor thing any further, wouldn't it? If she needed his help, no doubt she would give him specific instructions.