[ Poor, sweet Ren. Ann stands, confident, with her arms extended outwards. Just leap on down, man. It'll probably all work out for the best. ]

I am a thousand percent sure. Go for it! I promise I won't let you hit the ground!

[ This is like some sort of horrible trust fall situation, really. Except there's little time left for debate, it's now or never, and -- oh. Here he comes, falling rather ungracefully from his perch. Ann squeaks and quickly moves to make sure she keeps that promise of not letting him hit the ground.

She does catch him, fortunately for them both. Even though she only remains on her feet for a few seconds more, because she staggers backwards and manages to fall backwards. At least Ren will be safe on her lap, though!

She lays there for a second, blinking. ]

I thought I was gonna fold like a card table. I'm pretty proud right now.

[ Is she wheezing? Yeah, a little. But at least they're both grounded again. The moose is huffing and puffing, and the trunk of the tree is starting to split. ]

...We should probably scram while we have the chance. Are we heading home?