Eihmo'tei was taken off guard by the stranger, but seemingly not as much as his two friends. The way they reacted to this one's approach made him nervous. The two of them being on guard suddenly made him think that there was some sort of danger here, and this feeling intensified from feeling trapped. It did not last however. After only a few seconds, the tension was gone, and everything was calm again.
All Eihmo'tei could do was look on as Kiara negotiated with the stranger. They were bartering, just as the Zerdani tribes did sometimes, trading some things for other things that were needed. He had given her some strange clear object with liquid inside, and in return, she had given some shiny bits and a very nice looking piece of jewelry. The Zerdani knew that she had done this for him, and felt guilty. She had given up such a treasure for his sake, all because he had foolishly gotten himself stuck.
The thick liquid soaked into the fur of Eihmo'tei's fingers. He understood what this was meant to do, and did his best to work with it. Up and down he wiggled his claws, hoping to get enough space between them and spine so that the liquid could seep in. There was, in fact, only a small amount of space there, but it was enough. A few minutes of wiggling later, his now slick claws quickly slid out of Kit's spike!
The Zerdani nearly fell off from the sudden give, but managed to re-balance himself. Looking at his shining claws, he chuckled with the relief he felt. "I am free!"
His happiness was short lived, however, for the Zerdani remembered what Kiara had given up for him. Getting up now, he turned around and balanced himself on Kit's awkward back. He grabbed the necklace of bone, twine, and stone from around his neck and lifted it around his head, expertly moving his ears and chin so as to not get it caught. Holding it in front of himself, he looked to Kiara. His eyes were apologetic, and his ears drooped down. "Take this Kii'arah. For the one you lost. I am sorry..."