You could have landed in a tree until morning. [He's just being a wise-ass mostly. There's a bunch of circumstances, but he's also a know-it-all little boy.

His shoulder wavers when one of the horses bumps it firmly with the flat of the head. Absent-mindedly, he reaches up to pet it almost reassuringly. Being corporal is such a drag, isn't it? Same.]

Didn't you have an easier spell at your disposal? [He thumbs at the horses.] What about them? Were the werewolves faster?