"Skeptical. You do not seem fine, human," Erryl answers. He stops moving and looks around, assessing the situation. The branch is durable enough to hold them both, of that he's almost completely certain. But the swaying that Erryl's movements cause are probably the bigger problem. He doesn't want to dislodge this man by rocking the branch. Or cause him to panic and thus dislodge himself.

"Reassuring. I am going to help you," he says, a definite tone to his odour. "Gently warning. I am going to take another step so I can reach you. Please remain still." With that he carefully steps with on arm out onto the branch, gripping the wood with his large fingers, very slowly putting his weight on it.