Rezo has an urge to cling tighter when she starts to slip free of his grip, though he refrains from indulging in it. He supposes it’s because of the several-feet drop below them if she overbalances.

“I will,” he says, lingering by her branch until he’s sure she’s secure. He floats over to the next one, and for a bit Lioriley will be able to see him floating around and testing branches until he finds one that’s definitely strong enough to take his weight- much more of a concern for someone who isn’t a tiny elfen woman.

He settles himself above it, hovering maybe a half-centimeter, and drops the levitation spell. Soon he’s pulled out his own shears and is joining Lioriley in leaf harvesting; his movements are slow and methodical, both because he has to feel out the position of each leaf and because, despite his earlier teasing, he really is keeping a close ear out for any unwelcome wildlife.