Daine had been braced for this, and she drops off the branch like a tiny, feathered missile, a few wingbeats and gravity carrying her out of immediate danger. She's followed by a rather vicious crashing sound and a few falling bits of bark. Whatever he is, he seems too much a two-legger for her magic to work on him, but her disapproval is evident enough in her tone.

Odd's bobs! she scolds as she weaves through the branches. What are you fussing about?! She's not even in one of her big shapes. If anything, she's downright tiny.