Rhocanth glanced just barely over his shoulder. He couldn't move too far, or else it would unbalance his arms, but he looked best he could behind him to see where he was supposed to be going. Oh no. Slipping was absolutely unacceptable. Who knew where he would end up if that happened? He would have to find his way back, and he started with a rather uncomfortable backwards slide down the branch. The bark was scratchy and unforgiving, snagging on his clothes and yanking up one side of his shirt to stick claws into his stomach. He scowled at that, unable to brush off the dirt it had gotten on him. His rear end hit the trunk and he stopped, carefully walking his hands toward himself so that he could sit up. Now, this was vaguely reminiscent of the horse he had road into Redcliffe on with Coan, there being nothing but air on either side. That too had been unpleasant, but at least if anything had happened, he could have grabbed onto Coan, as awkward as that would have been.
Glancing this way and then that at the ground, he simply had no idea how to change his position. He sat frozen for a little while, trying to breathe his organs back down out of his throat. Eventually he settled and came to a conclusion: some falling was going to be necessary in this endeavor. Switching his legs felt like it would almost certainly see him go backwards, and if he had to jump he would at least like it to be on his own terms.
He took a last staggering breath and tried to go off sideways. He was all tangled up as he went over the branch, trying to wrestle his opposite leg over without letting go with his hands. He ended up hooked on it and failed in his attempt to hang from the branch. The poor lad gasped as he fell the last couple of feet and landed on his knees. Well, that surely looked charming.
Feeling bowled over, he rested on the ground a while, clinging to the grass. Rhocanth lay right down on his stomach and threaded his fingers through it, cheeks burning for the intense loss of his dignity. At least he hadn't thrown up.
He recalled that Bethen was still standing there, holding onto his leaves, and with smarting palms of his hands he pushed himself back up. He stumbled a little as he did, trying to brush the grass and dirt off of his clothes. They were twisted around his torso as if the dwarf had been caught in a windstorm, and took a little maneuvering to get them right again.
"I, um... thank you, for your advice. It was... ah..." He tried to think of a positive way to spin it, smiling weakly. "Refreshing. I am most glad."