[ The fellow who fell seems a bit shaken, but otherwise clearly fine, as they are returned to the cliffside stairs once more, edging closer to the other side as they begin their ascent again.
It's obvious to Alberto that these mountain-monster hands are intent on rescuing people, and it gives him an idea... He stops dead in his tracks, inching toward the side to peer over the ledge, analyzing the drop. It's not too high... They're barely halfway up. It's about the height of jumping off his lighthouse back home — maybe a bit taller... But he's not afraid of that. ]
They're okay, yeah, look.
[ He waves a hand toward the person who'd fell, now back in full strut up the stairs. ]
...Think those hands catch everyone who falls?
[ An innocent enough question after what they just witnessed... Seemingly. ]
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It's obvious to Alberto that these mountain-monster hands are intent on rescuing people, and it gives him an idea... He stops dead in his tracks, inching toward the side to peer over the ledge, analyzing the drop. It's not too high... They're barely halfway up. It's about the height of jumping off his lighthouse back home — maybe a bit taller... But he's not afraid of that. ]
They're okay, yeah, look.
[ He waves a hand toward the person who'd fell, now back in full strut up the stairs. ]
...Think those hands catch everyone who falls?
[ An innocent enough question after what they just witnessed... Seemingly. ]