Unless Alistair is secretly an animal of some kind and therefore susceptible to Tavros' communing ability, there's little the kid can do to defend himself in a fight. Let's just be thankful both of them are pretty nice guys.

Tavros hesitates at the offer and examines the floor again.

"Uhh... no. I kind of... can't walk anymore, so it'd basically be kind of a big hassle for you. Don't worry; I can do it."

He starts moving again, arm over arm. Dammit, the slime's drying and this is kind of hard now. He shouldn't have stopped to chat.

He wonders how much time he has left to get home. Last he heard, meteors were already coming down.