A stuttered sigh of relief escapes him when the branch slowly stabilizes in absence of the extra weight. The nagging worry that Daniel's large, oddly-shaped rescuer might attempt to help again is the primary incentive when he begins rapidly crawling the length of the branch, making impressive, speedy headway to the nearest platform.

"Doing fine," he mutters, as much to console himself as his would-be savior. "Doing just - doing just fine."

He's getting close. He's barely a few feet away, making impressively swift progress, when the telltale, high-pitched splinter of groaning wood jolts him to a wide-eyed, petrified halt.