That's what you're worried about? [He just gives Noctis A Look. Like are you really here wondering if Gladio can carry that dog down thinking the weight will be too much? He's almost insulted. He gives a quiet amused huff then opts out of summoning his greatsword from the armiger, instead looking up at the huge tree. Climbing might be a trial, but he'll figure it out.

Gladio's just about ready to make the attempt before Hank (ah, so that's his name) speaks up, and Gladio just looks at him for a moment before giving an amused twist of his lips.]

Trust me, I'm obligated to be dragged anywhere the kid wants. He's my responsibility. [He looks to Noct for a moment, his agitation suddenly gone.] How much you tell him?

[Y'know, being a big deal as a crown prince with a throne to inherit.]