[she sees that, and pauses in trying to make her way down through the branches, waving a hand at him dismissively]
Oh, stay over there, for Throne's sake, or we'll both go crashing down.
[she really doesn't like the creaking sounds the wood's making whenever she trusts some of her weight to it. Ugh, brittle untrustworthy organic material...]
[she makes it safely down a bit farther. SUCCESS! Well, nearly. Steady, Felicia...]
Er, any word from the Colonel? If he's up a tree, too, I'll reckon there's a conspiracy at work.