Beleth huffs right back at him, making sure he's secure on level ground, before turning to Alistair. "No, you don't." Then she turns to give Gavin a playful swat. What a loser.

Once everyone has agreed that she has the best plan, she nods, her lips quirking at Alistair's reassurances. "And they say chivalry is dead." She murmurs as she heads to the bridge. She starts picking her way across, tapping with her foot against the wood. When a spot creaks a little more than she likes, she reaches into the vials on her hip, and gently pours one of them onto the bridge, marking out the spot in a green paste. Then she moves on.

So far, so good--until the very end. By that point she's eager to get over this damn bridge, and gets impatient. She makes the final leap...only to slip as she lands on the final bit of bridge. Luckily for all involved, she manages to throw her weight towards the solid ground, and lands with a disgruntled noise, ungraceful but safe in the mud on the other side.

"Not a word." She shouts at them as she slowly rises, reaching up to wipe the mud from her arms. Or try. She might just be spreading it around.