He's a little averse to being helped, anyway. They've done nothing to raise his ire here, but when he pulls himself up over the edge of the next-to-last tier, there's a tension to his shoulders when he registers they've stopped. Obviously not for their sake.

...This is flattened quickly, and a disgruntled Lemm clambers to his feet and dusts himself down for the excuse of looking like he's doing something other than catching his breath.

The strange growth is peered at quizzically. Ah. That's why.

"Aye, that... tracks." Penitent. Hm. "D'you think I can...?" Lemm extends a hand at the root and waggles his fingers slightly, asking permission first.