“I see it,” Sefton murmured, hands tucked under his arms and against his sides to squash down any sort of instinct to help Devon up. Not that he really had many of them anymore, but it was better safe than sorry, and the movement itself had become habit. He turned, nodding in the direction of the large structure he assumed Devon was referring to. “That way. C’mon,” he invited. “If you gotta fall, though, try’n do it in the other direction, okay?”