Caspian climbed the first few feet, then dropped the last few feet, landing perfectly on his feet. Maybe he was being too reckless-- after all, it was hardly like jumping the last five steps in a stairwell-- but he was now part cat thing, he reasoned. He had to test his abilities out somehow. "Okay, so," he began breathlessly, taking Ruby's wrist with gentle fingers and measuring the stick against her arm. A perfect fit; that was good. Now, cloth or string to bind it with... Shooting the girls an apologetic look, for while he wasn't fat at all, he definitely didn't have defined abs of any sort, Caspian stripped his now all-but-ruined shirt off, and tore strips from it to bind Ruby's wrist with.
A few moments later, her wrist was wrapped securely with the splint, tight enough so that she couldn't move it and loose enough that she could still feel her fingers (this had been trial and error, since Caspian had never broken a bone before, either) and Caspian stepped back, not bothering to put his shirt back on-- it was in rags, anyway. "I'll go and see if Garrett's back yet," he offered, and without waiting for an answer, dug his nails into the walls of the hole-- thank goodness it wasn't completely straight, and he had the smallest of footholds to cling to-- and climbed back up.