[They'd wandered up from the ground quite a ways, their branches raising toward the higher levels of the canopy, rather than lowering where Jane and Isabella had separated toward.

With a glance, Leo looks to Elliot and lightly helps him lean onto something, then starts walking toward her, rubbing the back of his forehead with his sleeve, still gripping onto the sword between his fingers. He's mindful of it in his hand as he moves. Their clothes are dirty, and Leo has some kind of gunk in his hair, making it stick strangely together in spots. It's irritating his skin across the right side of his face.]

Shepard- do you need a moment to sit?