Shadow Mountain Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then?

The gentle girl agreed, and made her way down the slope to search. Meanwhile, Mango found whatever he could. Digging claw into crack and crevice, he pulls up globs of the stuff, the web clinging to him like glue. As he brings it over to where the man lie, the girl cane back. Unfortunately, empty-handed. He did not blame her- Mango had given her the harder task anyway. 

The girl's words, once again, were each perfectly chosen as they left her mouth. Maybe Mango could've said something along those lines, but not with her tact or elegance. As she spoke, he leans down, and gently as ever places cobweb along some points of impact where the blood seemed to flow the strongest. He was careful to barely touch him; Mango did not want the man to lash out at him once again. He only hoped that the injured man was present enough to heed Keyni's advice.