Help, I'm stuck!

Clearly he was a glutton for punishment because here he was in this godforsaken place again. Hyperion stepped gingerly through tangle after tangle, somehow managing to do better this time and not tear his skin to pieces. Heh. His experience here was a boon at least. Maybe with some experience under his belt it wouldn't turn out to be so bad here.

A cry threw him off his game and caused him to stumble on a briar. Hyperion recovered and then canted his head to the side to consider it. Was that...? Nah, no way. Hyacinth was too smart for this place. Only fools such as himself came here. But, still, it didn't hurt to investigate. Maybe he'd make a new idiot friend to commiserate with.

Hyperion set after the sound and surprise, surprise, it was Hyacinth. The elder Aracari snickered. "Got yourself in a bit of a pickle there, eh little brother?" He frisked closer and picked up a long, thin twig on the way. "Would be a shame if someone oh, I dunno took advantage of your helplessness right now." Let's see, where to start... He made a show of looking his brother up and down. "You're not," he lisped around the twig, "Too terribly ticklish, right, Hya?"