Oh, this is awkward. Trying to move is awkward, there's a third root that needs to be contended with and her back has to be really straight and it's not the most even terrain as she's moving and it probably all looks like something new toddling about, wobbling while it tries to make sense of how to exist in a space.

You try being a tree sometime, she thinks at him loudly.

And yet. And yet she hasn't fallen, and yet bit by bit, it feels like settling into a different cut of clothing, as fabric warms to the skin. Something in her must feel something like a tree, or the change would not hold. Hmm. Curious to investigate.