Hiccup had never been so glad to be hauled up by the neck of a garment before. The lowlander pulled him onto stable ground, ground that was a considerably safer distance from the bear, and Hiccup all but collapsed, boneless and pale onto the grass. Below them, the bear made its frustration known, roaring and clawing at the cliff. When the rock refused to suddenly yield the skinny Avvar, though, it growled lowly and stalked off.

"I have no idea--I would swear not to do it again, but I don't even--" Hiccup admitted as he rolled onto his back, gulping air and heart still pounding. He was simultaneously exhausted and elated, a state that looked shockingly close to panic, but for the smiling, and let out a tired, partially unhinged laugh. When he sucked in breath again, he sat upright like a shot. "You didn't leave!"

When one is coming down off an adrenaline/terror high, most emotions can sound pretty similar. At the moment, it was hard to tell if Hiccup's shout was accusatory or praising. There was no good word for a tone like that and the closest comparison, well... He sounded like he was a last minute stand in at the Orlesian Opera, that he had to sing some normal, mundane line of conversation but didn't know the bars, hadn't practiced, and couldn't really sing, so it came out just a little disjointed from the rest of the production...except the production in question here was reality.

"You didn't leave and you had rope!" Hiccup shouted in that same clunky, not quite tone, as he scrambled to his feet. The moment he was vaguely standing, he lunged for Garris and wrapped the lowlander in a crushing Avvar embrace. It was how men showed their appreciation for one another (and also how someone who was just rescued clung to their savior as they enjoyed not being eaten), so Hiccup thought nothing of it as his noodle-arms did a reasonable job of crushing the air out of the archer.