For the ensuing ten minutes, she manages to maintain her focus on Slaine's upvine battle, encouraging him the whole time with 'you can do it's and 'you're almost there's and 'you really are a good climber's— the whole garden variety of verbal bolsters, small claps and proud smiles included. Now that the mid-level is ever closer within reach with its bridges and platforms and titanic tree branches, she can hardly stand it. Or, er, float it.

And then, she decides to fly over to the closest boardwalk jutting out from the wall Slaine climbs, his final destination, and alights. From there, she extends her hand, eager for Slaine to claim it so she can yank him the rest of the way up.


"Just a little more...!"