You think I jest? I have-- [ Which is as far as words slip past his lips before he's jerked to the side and away from the fire that laps so dangerously close to them. He hates running from something so simple, something that he once had stood in and felt no fear. He does not take time to dwell again because he does not expect Thor to save him once more from his own distractions-- as irritable as he is about being saved at all. ]

Then we must move along lest they continue this childish barrage. [ The emphasis was less for Thor and more for those he had been told would watch them. Teeth grit for a moment he peers around the edge of the tree before giving the faintest warning yank to his brother-- waiting till the gap seemed just right he took back to quick footed steps in an attempt to follow the lead of the blaze and get them from it. Exhaustion was no parting friend, staying with him especially while trying to scurry through such tasking terrain. ]

Sometimes the path of least resistance is best.