"Misty, no, I. I have to do my job." They do ease down, though, using the tree for support, since they can, and since it's right there. The last couple inches go in an uncomfortable slide and thump. Once sitting, though, they bring their lantern around to their lap with their bloody right hand... and the lantern hanging from the same strap. Pudding's. "Got to get it to the lab. Where it'll be safe. And the others can bring her back."