"Exactly how large is that ego of yours anyway?" Kell asked, fingers curling around the flower she gave back to him, watching her examine the lock. Maybe he should look back into learning how to lock pick. Seemed awful handy, now that he was watching someone else use it again. The kids back in Castyll that had first offered to teach him were never very good, got caught as often as they didn't. Hadn't made it seem worth the effort really.
"And you sound awful certain there. Super comforting. Remind me to ask for a plan next time before we get in the middle of things. And you know, that sounds like a smart teacher, so I'm going to take that as a compliment."
Oh. Oh this was going to be a pain. Kell took the knife from her carefully, tucking it away for a moment as he eyed the door, and the windows beside it. Well. He'd climbed worse. But he'd done so on four legs, with claws that could bite into grooves and nicks in stone and wood. This would have to be on two legs, and, as much as he prided himself on his climbing skills while human, he hadn't practiced on something like this in awhile. "...Just letting you know, if I fall on you, not my fault."
Fastener went between his teeth and up he went, thanking whoever was listening that the height at least was laughable at best. If he did fall, long as he landed in a tuck, he'd be fine. Assuming he didn't land on Wren. That might be a problem. But whatever, climbing now. Reaching the windowsill gave him enough of a handhold to reach across to the door at least, and then Wren's knife was coming in handy in digging out just enough of the frame to settle the fastener in place. A couple seconds more to make sure the flower was secure, knife tucked away at his hip, a breath, and he was falling because climbing back down a surface like this was asking for a slip. The roll definitely jarred his knees a bit, especially since he had to land to avoid putting pressure on the knife, but, when he popped up, nothing twinged, so he was going to count that as a win.