Ponk stood perfectly still to do his best to give Finley an easier time prying off the thickly curled vines off of him, watching her carefully until she had finished. He instantly put his sword and shield away once she was successfully done, semi-awkwardly walking over and picking his golden dagger up off the floor, ignoring the blood trickling down his fingertips of his fleshy hand, knowing it was from the thorny scrapes and gashes the vines ever so gratefully gave him. "Right, right, harvest the TNT, of course." He spoke, tucking his dagger away as well as he trotted off a few feet, beginning to gather up the pieces he had set down earlier. "Sorry Finny, uhm, for all that, by the way, but you *did* do a good job with, er, protecting this place. I'm sure Foolish would be proud to know you fought me off without getting so much as a scratch... Wait-" Ponk paused, glancing up to look at her worriedly, "Do... Do tell me I didn't hurt you. Oh, *please* tell me I didn't. Ugh, I'm a horrible friend of the family, I'm *so, so* sorry!"