[ Affogato...? Isn't that a type of coffee? Oscar doesn't ask. He's having to keep most of his focus on putting one foot in front of the other without dropping Dipper in the process. He wishes he'd had more time to take up Jaune's offer of weight training—but that thought makes his throat feel tight, so he pushes it aside.
Oscar still has no idea what Alcaid is, but even he catches on that they're struggling that the smoke drifting off of them has lessened. He's not sure that touching them is advisable, either, but he doesn't like the idea of just leaving them to struggle. ]
Alcaid, you can land on me. I can see the village already.
[ He'll just get more precise directions once they're closer. In the meantime, Dipper's muttering is worrying him. ]
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Oscar still has no idea what Alcaid is, but even he catches on that they're struggling that the smoke drifting off of them has lessened. He's not sure that touching them is advisable, either, but he doesn't like the idea of just leaving them to struggle. ]
Alcaid, you can land on me. I can see the village already.
[ He'll just get more precise directions once they're closer. In the meantime, Dipper's muttering is worrying him. ]
We're almost there, Dipper.