[ Magic was really weird in other worlds. He wished they had something that did that back home. Not sure what they'd use it for, but he's pretty sure they would have thought of something interesting for it.

But at Thancred's concerned observation, Sylvain casts a glance skyward as well, still eyeing that giant hand uneasily. ]

Probably wouldn't hurt. At least until the Horizon lets us go where we were actually trying to go. But I don't think there's any way we're gonna reach the peak at this rate before nightfall. Unless that giant hand is there to lift us there. But somehow I doubt that.

[ His voice is dry with that observation, but that sure would be a much more desirable outcome than, oh, smooshing them flat against the mountainside. Which seemed far more likely, considering the mood of the Horizon this week.

He lets his gaze search up the mountainside ahead of them and the lifts a hand, pointing off to their left, a little further up. ] See that copse of trees? Looks like there's a rocky outcrop up there. I think? It's worth a look, it might be enough shelter from the wind that we could make it work.