"Okay, good." The Balladeer bends to put her down, having quickly glanced over her for injuries. She does seem fine, and very self-possessed too for having just dropped out of a tree. It's enough that he doesn't bother to tell her to be careful about standing on the slight slope of the roof; anyway, it's perfectly easy to stand on compared to walking along a branch.

He scans the canopy again, but it looks like she was definitely alone. That's no great surprise; the Rift doesn't seem to bring people in groups. "I'm the Balladeer," he says, turning a smile on the girl. "Nice dream, isn't it?"