[Right ducks can't fly... But she was half-hoping maybe duck people could— Not that it would make too much sense.]
I'm sure you are.
[Her tone's agreeable, deciding for a soothing-confidence; There's no reason to believe he can't if he said he can. One hand moving to the back of her hair to ensure the pieces are still in place of her bun, she gave a nod.]
If I slip or the gap is deemed too far, wait where you are.
[With that it's a breath of an exhale, a running leap, and she grips the cord. It cuts into her hands some— that will hurt later, probably sooner— but the makeshift cord swings back once and on the second full swing she pulls herself onto the platform.]<.small>
Hands stinging she turned back to give a short, encouraging nod.]
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I'm sure you are.
[Her tone's agreeable, deciding for a soothing-confidence; There's no reason to believe he can't if he said he can. One hand moving to the back of her hair to ensure the pieces are still in place of her bun, she gave a nod.]
If I slip or the gap is deemed too far, wait where you are.
[With that it's a breath of an exhale, a running leap, and she grips the cord. It cuts into her hands some— that will hurt later, probably sooner— but the makeshift cord swings back once and on the second full swing she pulls herself onto the platform.]<.small>
Hands stinging she turned back to give a short, encouraging nod.]