Monty had managed to tug Toby closer, and Toby was quite willing to give him the attention he seemed to want. Without much thinking about it, he gave the Hippogriff a hug around the neck, as far as he could reach, anyway. Really, Toby needed it as much as Monty seemed to want attention, so it worked out well.

He smoothed his fingers over the creature's feathers, trying to calm his Hippogriff while at the same time trying to calm himself. It... sort of worked. A bit.

Toby really only started to feel better when Thompson declared that those of age could, in fact, go along to the Forest to see what was going on. Because it meant they would be DOING something to help Henry, who was now the creature that was most in need. Monty was calm, so were the others. Without a doubt, Toby would be going into the Forest to help. He looked at Monty.

"I have to go," he whispered, keeping his voice low because it was still trembling a whole lot and threatening to crack even more as time went on. "I'll be back soon, Monty. And I'll come see you and make sure you're okay. We're gonna go look for Henry."

With one last hug, Toby nodded at his Hippogriff and stepped down from the fence. Now it felt like he was ABANDONING HIM, but Toby had to try and not focus on that. He petted Monty's feathers again and then hurried after Professor Thompson.