[It's a bit difficult to take hold of the offered hand when both her own are occupied holding branches - one for balance and the other to keep it out of the way - but she shifts things around as best she can and, newly freed, the one that was keeping back the branch reaches for his. The other arm is reluctant to follow, though, and keeps a grasp on the tree.]
[Her eyes flick toward Baymax at the words. He's a peculiar looking fellow, isn't he? Distressed she may be, but she holds together well; almost gently, she offers the robot the barest hint of a smile, as if she might thereby comfort him. Her intention to thank him - both of them - is put on hold in favor of turning at Hiro's words. So is her inclination to ask, 'what is it usually like here, then?' because he's much more right than she'd like about what they should be doing. Moving sounds like a great idea.]
[Jumping, however, does not. She makes the mistake of looking down - automatic, but foolish - and her stomach turns, cheeks paling slightly. Her head snaps back up, lips pressing together.]
I don't-- [want to, but,] ... I don't have much choice, do I? [She forces her grip on the limb of the tree that she's still holding to relax, mentally preparing herself - only she probably ought to ask before she leaps, right?] Should-- do you want to... count? [Or something? She'd really prefer to be sure they're ready to catch her rather than jumping blindly, holding onto Hiro's hand or not.]
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[Her eyes flick toward Baymax at the words. He's a peculiar looking fellow, isn't he? Distressed she may be, but she holds together well; almost gently, she offers the robot the barest hint of a smile, as if she might thereby comfort him. Her intention to thank him - both of them - is put on hold in favor of turning at Hiro's words. So is her inclination to ask, 'what is it usually like here, then?' because he's much more right than she'd like about what they should be doing. Moving sounds like a great idea.]
[Jumping, however, does not. She makes the mistake of looking down - automatic, but foolish - and her stomach turns, cheeks paling slightly. Her head snaps back up, lips pressing together.]
I don't-- [want to, but,] ... I don't have much choice, do I? [She forces her grip on the limb of the tree that she's still holding to relax, mentally preparing herself - only she probably ought to ask before she leaps, right?] Should-- do you want to... count? [Or something? She'd really prefer to be sure they're ready to catch her rather than jumping blindly, holding onto Hiro's hand or not.]