[It would seem he has no other option but to drag him somewhere safe. But what kind of place would take residents of Wyver? Perhaps a hostel of some sort... if he must pay the damned toll, so be it, because he's gotten himself in, and it would be folly to bail now.

The trouble is, Sid is easily tall enough that slinging an arm over his shoulders will do nothing but lift Grantaire straight off the ground. Which leaves...

Sigh.]

...Gods have mercy.

[Instead, he scoops him up and supports him bridal-style, looking none too pleased about it.]

You're hardly in any condition to travel so far a distance, no matter the method. I'll drag your arse to a safe place if I must, but that's it.