"—cookies?"

"It's okay if you don't have any. I don't think an airship is really a good cookie-making environment."

"We probably don't have any on board but I'm sure some can be cooked," she says uncertainly.

"Score!"

"Uh, but it's not like we did a proper deal or anything and it looks like you might have some other stuff going on? So cookies are probably not, like, absolutely necessary."

"Do you have any time constraints? We do have 'other stuff' going on."

"I'm here until my summoner dies or dismisses me. Can I help?"

"Yes! We need those sylvari contained until we can figure out why in Bear's name they were all acting like this. And we might need to mount a different kind of offensive, using the airships is apparently not going to work a second time."

"I could make a cage for them."

"That would be very good, we had not expected to keep prisoners, only put Mordremoth's servants to rest."

"Okay!"

Hello big tree how would you like to split lengthwise into a bunch of beams and then get replanted in the ground? Doesn't matter, you're gonna do it anyway. And then one of your friends can join your dismembered corpse going crossways and now she needs some rope, oh there's some that doesn't seem like it's being useful anymore so that can go ahead and knot the bars together.

She flies around to be able to see all the knots she's tying before touching back down.

The sylvari who look ready for a fight are all there!

And now they're in the cage and one last knot gets booped.

"All done."

Eir has been helping Trahearne with everyone but when she notices Evanathe is done she turns to that again. "Excellent job. Thank you very much. I'm sure we'll be able to bake you cookies."

"Yeah. Uh. Do you want me to take everyone somewhere that's not the middle of the jungle?"

"We should check with the Marshal, he's the one in charge here, but he'll probably want us to return to Camp Resolve in the Silverwastes."

"I have no idea where that is."

"Farther east. Can you fly and find the Marshal? He will know better."

"Yep." Flutter flutter. Where are you, Marshal?

He's giving lots of people instructions on what to do. Go there, find this person, check this bit of equipment, go question those evil sylvari. When he spots her he waves her over. "Evanathe. Are the sylvari secured?"

"Yeah they're in a cage. Uh, I just put us down here because it was away from the murderdragon and I didn't know where to go, do you want to move somewhere else? The tall lady said something about a Camp Resolve?"

"Oh, yes, going to Camp Resolve would be ideal. Our engines are all busted by the vines. I can show you a map there, although I don't know where exactly in the jungle we currently are."

"I could take you high enough to recognize the shape of the land, probably."

"That would be useful. Let me recall the scouts I sent and we will be ready in a few minutes."

He goes off to do that.

And when he's back, she and he and a pile of air can go up up up until he can see where they are.