He had given himself up to the enemy, huh? Initially, that struck Arvid as a bit cowardly. After all, wasn't it better to stand and hold your ground, fighting back against them? Still, the more he thought about it... it really was a brave and noble thing to do, sacrificing one's self for the safety of others. After a moment, Arvid found himself muttering, "Interesting... well, I suppose that's one way to deal with things. A bit more noble than I would have handled it, honestly..." He'd like to go down guns blazing, even if said "guns" probably wouldn't be all that impressive. He was interrupted from those thoughts, however, when he noticed the vines beginning to grow over Byriath's legs. A small frown pulled at his muzzle in response, and he questioned the other cautiously, "Uh... Byriath? Are you all good?" He couldn't tell if the vines were merely a harmless aide effect of something else, or a subconscious cry of anger – or for help.