Wrathion hesitates a second, assessing the ground to make sure he won't just drag Slick down in with him, then moves to take his hand to help haul himself out.

"The mind can be a fragile thing," he agrees. "Easily influenced. We should be cautious, whatever lurks here clearly means us harm."

Not to mention the bandits, who may or may not be subject to this same thing. This could make things... complicated.