Cedric instinctively drops to his knees and covers his mouth, before he can make an even bigger splat against the ground. He's just told Howard that he's staying, but there's not really going to be a place left to stay soon.

"The ladder!" he gasps, propping himself and staggering over to the wall. It's not likely this old structure will last more than a few minutes, he thinks, remembering all the falling they've done here. They need to get...

"Out. Food. Blood," he says, a running commentary of his thoughts. He pushes back for a handful of at least one.