Myr's not one to complain about help that's freely offered. And where Kit might not have much experience leading the blind around, simple consideration goes a long way. They're certainly making better progress than Myr was alone and in a safer direction, to boot. Still, it's a dense forest and there's no avoiding every vegetative obstacle in their way--so it's with some relief and a heavy sigh he leans against this nice safe tree Kit's found for him.

"Thanks." He gives the other man's an arm a friendly squeeze before releasing it, smiling as he does. "You think? I suppose I haven't been eaten by a bear yet, so there's something to that."

Then he drops his voice to a surreptitious register, making a show of turning his head this way and that like he's on the lookout for potential ursine attackers. "...There aren't any bears here, are there?" By his tone it's a joke, though he's doing a damn good job of looking honestly worried by the thought.