[Jason doesn't want to lose sight of the thing...he thinks he saw a thing anyway. He doesn't look back at Ignis, though he does respond.]

I thought I saw something up here...maybe it's one of those hands or something that caused you to see hands.

[Jason was fine with heights, though he was very much aware that if he fell the wrong way he could hurt himself. There was no ambrosia here and it was likely it would cost him his life. At least he had left his lantern on the ground, the tree wasn't so tall that the distance made him uncomfortable or anything.]

I won't go higher...this is probably the most secure branch anyway.

[He does move a little closer to the trunk, reaching out to balance himself and try to find what he thought he'd seen. Without warning a large pale hand dropped from the branch above and seemed to hurl itself at Jason's shoulder. He yelped in surprise and, sure enough, started to fall back.

The hand overshot his shoulder and landed on the branch he was currently falling off of, though luckily Jason had been climbing trees and falling from heights for a long time. Instinct took over and he blasted the ground with a blast of air to cushion his fall, tucking and rolling, before popping back up. It wasn't as graceful as his name would imply it should be...but his neck and bones were all intact at least.

The lone hand scurried along the tree branch, though made no move to launch a second attack. Jason brushed off his pants, glancing over at Ignis.]

Guess you were right about the hands in the tree. At least one of them was still there.