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It seemed to Baikal that there was something about cockiness that begged something to come along that would act like a humbler. In this case, for Babylon, that something came in the form of ice on a roof top, and slip-n-sliding damn near off the edge.

The page slid to a stop, brows up as he was struck with a momentary wave of worry, only to grin when he realized where the knight was.

Arms folding, Baikal made his careful over so he could crouch on the edge of the roof next to where the knight was dangling. "Are you sure you need one? I mean for a second there it sounded like you were going to say we didn't need to worry about you." The page was, perhaps infuriatingly, a pain in the a**.

He would reach down to catch Babs' wrist though, a moment later. Ready to drag him back up.

Baikal leaned carefully over the edge, eyeing the drop before taking a step back and chuckling. "Yeah, probably wouldn't be very fun." They were tougher now, and Babylon was a lot more hardy than he was, but that was still a long way down.

He was glancing out over the rooftops, a hand ruffling through the hair on the back of his head, when Babs' question puled him back around. "Oh, yeah, I guess so. I mean, this part is pretty easy." It was the fighting evil part that he wasn't quite sure about yet. How did he knew who was evil? It all sounded a little too black and white for his comfort level.

Maybe he'd stick to saving people in need. That'd be the easiest, probably.

"We can call it a night, if you want." After a near fall like that, it might have taken the fun out of the evening.