[ a part of him expected that she'll be the type who would protest and ask the fate of the others in the well. and a part of him is relieved that she's not and she didn't ask him either. because he's not sure how to let her down gently and tell her that no, he won't be helping them, they can get out on their own. ]

Pardon me. [ he takes her hand but instead of simply dragging her along with him like a doll, he goes to lift her in his arms. princess-style. ] If you have complaints, I'll can either listen to them after we get out or you can yell to it me from down here.

[ her choice. otherwise, he'll go on their way, his wings spreading and beating to get them aloft. ]