"...I'm not going to though," is her casual reply, as if the idea that such a risk of a fall is nothing to sneeze at. Since apparently the way is clear, she makes her way down-less than four feet of small child soon getting herself to the ground, balancing the bird in one hand. "...And if I didn't go up there, he'd still be stuck. Maybe forever," she muses, sounding at least vaguely worried.

There is a pause. "Is it bad if I make a leash? I saw some people use them for dogs..."