It's a tempting offer, in a way, because Simon's not getting anywhere with the quandary on his own, but he shakes his head.

"If we want outside help, we'll ask for it," he says. "Until then, the guards are there for a reason." Not that he'd put the guards there, or had anything to do with it. But it seems prudent nonetheless.

There's no reason to be quite so authoritarian, though, now that his mind has already shuffled Myr into the 'not a threat' pile. He looks more reassured once the glyphs are gone--not that this guy has any way of knowing that. It does not immediately occur to him what the problem here is, and he watches the elf scrub at the sap with something like sympathy.

"That's not going to work," he says, ever helpful. "You'll need soap at least."