"Probably." She shifts along the branch a little, so she can tilt backwards off it like a gym bar, hanging by just her knees so she's upside down on his face level, arms folded across her chest to keep her shirt down; there's more light down here, but it just makes the cracks in her bark deeper from shadows that are a bit too sharp for the ambient light. Her hair hangs upside down in stiff branches that make her look even scrawnier, like a diminished Christmas tree. "I do a lot of tree-climbing when I can. They make me feel safe."