Still wandless, Winter can do little but dance out of the way of the Wandering Willows, trying to steer the boys out of their path as well. Darting this way and that, ducking stray branches, even once it's all gone still again she looks unsettled, rodentish.

"Everyone okay?" she asks, squinting one eye shut. Her gaze cuts across the gap, back to the table. "Guess we could maybe use Ms. Treetops as a stair, still?"