Olivia was taking all this in as best as she could. People were waking up in a strange field and it was going to be okay. She failed to see how waking up in a strange field, where people randomly showed up, was going to be okay. But that was all forgotten by one tiny, itsy-bitsy, two letter word.
The older girl's eyes widened in horror. "Up?" she repeated faintly, bringing her arms to hug them tightly across her chest again. She didn't like the sound of being up in anything, especially a 'huge-ass tree.' She preferred to keep herself on solid ground. She didn't swim, for the reason that water was untrustworthy and gave no support and it was for that reason that she didn't like heights. Air was even less supportive than water. Not only that, but how was a girl with absolutely no strength supposed to climb a tree? The whole idea of camping in a tree was possibly the most frightening thing she had ever heard.