He stifles a sound at the brush of icy fingers against his neck. It’s more surprising than painful, and probably justly deserved considering he tackled her.

“I will try to remember,” he says, voice slightly muffled by the fact his face is buried somewhere in her hair at the moment, “The next time we’re attacked by monkeys while climbing a tree.”

He tilts his head back, listening for any additional projectiles, but it seems the monkeys are about as startled as Lior was. Nevertheless, he suspects they shouldn’t linger once the touch the ground.

More contrite now, he asks, “Are you hurt anywhere?” Whether it's from the monkeys, or Rezo's somewhat aggressive rescue.