[ Sylvain's not sure if it's the unexpectedness of a completely normal problem in the midst of all this disaster, or just the sheer indignation in Henry's tone, but either way, it surprises a short bark of laughter from him as he tries to peer over his shoulder to see what the problem is. Which is pretty much impossible with how cramped this tunnel is and how dark it is everywhere his fire can't illuminate.

After a moment of struggle, he shifts, turning back around until he's facing the other man. ] Brace on my shoulders if you need it. Let me see if I can pull the vines away. Or burn them, I guess? [ Even if he's not sure that will work, with how damp and rotten everything is around here. ]

I'm not sure we can go much further down here anyway without dealing with some of these vines. It looks like they get even tighter up ahead. [ It's an observation as he sinks down to crouch in front of Henry, flame illuminating the tangle of vines and undergrowth coating the floor of this tunnel. Hands tug slightly has he tries to loosen the ones keeping Henry trapped, since he'd somehow managed to get caught amidst a thick tangle of them. No wonder he couldn't move. ]

Goddess, what I wouldn't give for my dagger right now.

[ But he does manage, after a few moments, to tug and untangle enough so Henry should be able to work his foot free. ] There, how about now?